I have it now; this little blue mug that says “MOM” on it all uneven like it was mass printed and sold for last minute gift-buyers on Mother’s Day sometime in the 80s. Maybe my Dad got it for her from me, their new baby, between sleep deprived shifts at one of his several jobs and maybe it made her cry the way you do when you’ve earned something that has not been easy. Mornings were quiet in our little cabin. Dad needed to sleep after his swing shift and Mom readied herself in the early, dark hours to join the other commuters on 101 by sunrise. Sometimes she would…
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Borrowed Time
Life is short, you guys. And unpredictable. I was just innocently watching Mommy vlogs on youtube and came across a memorial video for one of the adorable, genuine moms of the Whats Up Moms channel. Her name is Connie Kin and her videos are still up. She seemed like a truly beautiful person. And seeing her posts reminded me that this time we get with these little ones is… Well, it’s borrowed. Any moment could be our last… That didn’t used to bother me as much as it does now. Because now a part of me imagines weddings I won’t attend and grandchildren I won’t help into the world (yes,…
