My mom came to visit today, and it was like a warm breeze blew in. With the breeze came three plants from my dad, an armful of mangos, some housewares, and donuts from my favorite donut place in my hometown. I have such a cool mom. She is unapologetically herself, strong, independent, smart, and goofy. She makes hard things look easy, and I just can’t stress enough how beautiful of a person she is. Inside and out. I could write a novel about her and how much I love her. But, I’ll leave that for another day.
I gave her the grand tour of my new home, and we laid on my bed and talked, the way we always do. So many of our visits include us snuggling up on a bed, filling each other in on our lives. I imagine that I probably was pretty snotty sometimes when I was younger. Not in junior high or high school, really, when most girls are snotty to their moms. But in college, I know that I had some prickly moments. But, my mom still likes me. She thinks I’m cool and funny, and she’s proud of me. Both my mom and dad do, which is why they bring me plants and mangos.
And now, I’ll message my mother a long list of things that I need for my new home, and I’ll anxiously await her next visit, and I’ll also be on the lookout for wild blackberries so that she and I can make a blackberry cobbler. Plans, plans, plans.