Why I Still Need My Mom

I hope all you lovely MASH mums enjoy this beautiful story – and rest assured that one day words like these will come from your child’s lips. For now love them. I love the bit that says
‘sometimes the trick is not to fix, but allow. To allow and make space for their sadness, their failures’…

No Cigarettes, No Bologna

mom_jess_wedding It was 7:00 the morning of Emma’s First Communion, and I already had been up for two hours prepping for the intimate gathering  sacramental bender for 65 people following the ceremony.

My mom arrived earlier in the week, and we had been prepping ever since. We sipped coffee as our eyes scanned the room, our list-making brains doing their thing.

“The succulents don’t look right in that planter – they aren’t raised up enough or something.” I mumbled quietly to myself. Or so I thought.

But in the time it took for me to park Phoebe in front of Frozen, my mother had abandoned her coffee and disappeared. I looked out the kitchen window and there she was, in my backyard wearing her nightgown and robe, gathering bricks from my garage. Sweet Jesus. She’s collecting bricks to raise up the succulents.

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My mom is a fixer, a do-er, a…

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