I had a meeting near you today. Basically just across the street. I stopped in the early light just to say hello. It would have been rude not to. I brought a coffee.
It had been a while since I visited…probably since that one time I stop to simultaneously ask for your help while offering an eye roll at your ironic sense of humor. And yet, not much has changed since then. Your flowers are not out yet. Those are saved for somewhere between Mother’s Day and Memorial Day. There were a few trinkets left for you as there usually are.
I talked to you about the kids and nothing in particular. I tell you about McKenna’s newest antics and ask your advice about George’s speech. As usual, you didn’t have a lot to say. But your quiet ways speak volumes when I am trying to untangle the thoughts in my head. My visit only lasted maybe 10 minutes before I needed to rush to my meeting.
My mind kept wandering back to you throughout the day. I wonder what you would think of my house. I think about all the ways you would have doted on my children. I think about the sleepovers they will never know. I smile when my hand falls to my ever growing belly knowing that you and the other grandmas certainly had a hand in this.
On my way home this afternoon, I make a promise to stop by more often. I’ll talk. You’ll listen. I’ll pull some weeds and water the flowers. We both know I make this promise every spring only to break it a few months later..before the dog days of summer are even in full swing yet. But I make it anyway and you never hold it against me. Moms are good in that way.
I am writing for the 2020 Slice of Life Challenge.