I visited my parents’ house over the weekend. For assorted things. To pick up things to give to my sister later this week when I am going to SoCal. For laundry. For lunch. And just a moment of childhood nostalgia.<\/p>\n
My mom put up more photos from her wedding, probably to remind her of when she was younger. And how life was like…similar to her empty nest now. Now being older, I stared at her photo. She would only be several years older than me now.<\/p>\n
If I had met her in person at that age, would I judge her? Would I have dismissed her quickly? Or would I have willingly accepted her in my life? I find like everyone else that I choose my friends carefully, but in doing so, I judge people, not trying for some but trying hard for others. In a group of people I just meet, I know I tend to gravitate toward some more than others. But it’s all about noticing.<\/p>\n
As I stood in my parents’ room peering at the wedding photo, I looked again. Well, she looked like my mom and really, truthfully, I can’t picture her at my age. Moreover, she’s simply…my mom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I visited my parents’ house over the weekend. For assorted things. To pick up things to give to my sister later this week when I am going to SoCal. For laundry. For lunch. And just a moment of childhood nostalgia. … Continue reading