Mother, You Were Right

                                                                                    Today

        In the words of my mother , I ‘am worn to a frazzle’.  She would be proud of what I have done in the last week, and I am not done yet. 

        I am adding to my list every single day with her determination.

        In fact, if she were still here, she would have pulled in my driveway multiple times to see how things were progressing and to offer her help and advice.

        We would have made a round in the yard looking at things.

        As the mother of adult daughters, I now understand the struggle of figuring out how to say something, about anything,  if at all -the struggle of realizing that equally empowered , independent young women, with their own ideas , are staring back at you .

        Because I had my own drive and determination knocking at the door, I didn’t always say what I can say now.

                                                                           Time Travel

Me:  “Mother, you were right.”

                                                                           Today

        It’s just that when May hits and my birthday nears , I think daily of my mother and her fearless determination.

        Right about this time, 59 years ago, when she was just 19, she and my father were trying to get back to South Texas – from deep in Mexico where he had been working as a cattle inspector- for me to be born.

        She was determined.

        I want to be that mother. 

        My mother taught me that.

        Yet, the amazing contradiction in all of this determination is that she also taught me that taking the time, ever so often, to take a shower, wear a gown or robe all day, and stay in my house is just what I need to do.

                                                                           Time Travel

Me:  “Mother , you were right.”