I just got back from Europe. My sister, Pam, thought it would be great to spread the riches of those weeks over a year instead of spending our 'wow' time all in a heap.
Pam's idea and Mickey's echo the opportunities I squandered to sit and chat with my dear mother. When she lived, kids and work and musical ambitions vied for my attention. Kind of like a Europe trip - so much to absorb at once.
What if the universe conspired to let me spread that family richness out a bit. Pick up the phone on this pretty day and say, 'Hey, Mom, I've got some pretzels and rhubarb here - what've you got on hand? Want to go have a picnic?' I can picture myself tucking her into a folding chair and laying out the tablecloth.
With the question remaining, if I could do that today, would I? Or would I opt for the non-picnic obligations once again? For there will always be non-picnic options.
I did sit down to write this, in my tree house, with the birds and the breeze at my back. Maybe it's a start.
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