Today is Day 5 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hosted at “Two Writing Teachers”
I caught myself as I washed the last of the dishes and pots at midnight and then wiped the counters. My mother lives in me.
I’d changed my usual routine. Usually I load the dishwasher after dinner, tidy up, fill the sink and then forget about the kitchen until the next morning, when I finish up the few dishes from the night before. My mother though, could never go to bed unless all the dishes were done and the counter wiped.
It struck me that there were other ways that I my mother lives in me. Here are just a few:
*She always had a book to read – as do I.
*She loved to read magazines – as do I.
*She loved to make the round of yard sales – as do I.
*She loved dessert with her nightly drink as do I (hers was coffee though – mine is tea)
*I look at my hands now and see my mother’s.
And, I miss her still. It has almost been eight years since she passed away.
But thinking of her tonight, brought a smile and such a swell of love.
Thanks Mom. Love you.