Going home
Even very well into adulthood, I return to familiar feelings when I am back home visiting with my Mom. Some have been newer. She’s lived through two bouts of Covid.
She’s 75 now, and this year we’ll remember the 10th anniversary of suddenly losing my Dad. It’s felt like both multiple decades and no time at all, all at the same time.
I love it here. There is a big part of me that thinks about future family dynamics. But what emerges in my heart most is how lucky I am to have this time to spend with her. Why occupy my mind with what’s to come?
One goal of this year is to find ways to be here more. It doesn’t need to be special occasions. And to put a calendar reminder in ensuring I call at least once a week.