M's Dad is in the waves of his second divorce. As the first wife and M's mother, I don't know details, but they trickle my way. Moved out to a hotel. Gambling. Restraining order. Broken down car. Rooming house. I could have made my role grand inquisitor, but M is twelve. My job is to… Continue reading Gift, too.
Tag: love
Cracks
You're the one I've loved the longest. Longer than your Dad. Longer than your step-Dad. You're the one who taught me your heart can walk outside your chest and you can survive. The one who made me a Mom. The one who makes me laugh.
Gardens
Each season of your life will pass. It will yield seeds to plant. You can grow more pain or you can grow healing. You will repeat this all your life. You will forever be practicing how to choose things that feel make you feel whole. This is being human.
Love, Mom 