A Year of Goodbye
Last Saturday, she should have been at cheer practice. This Wednesday, we should have been leaving to go see her aunts, uncles and cousins she hasn’t seen in two years.…
My birthday feels different this year and it has nothing to do with the pandemic…
So often it has been so easier for me to count my mother’s shortcomings. How terrible I’ve been to feel resentment at times for what I didn’t have or what I’ve gone through. And now I see her through such a different lens. I see my Mom as a hero who did the absolute very best she could with what she had.
