That phone call

heaven help me

Sweet Mother of God! I adore my children, but heaven help me, some days I don’t like them very much.

Answer the phone!

Mom? Everything I did as a teen? I’M. SO. SORRY.

Rule of thirds

The Trifextra Challenge this weekend is to write anything, in whichever form, that is exactly 33 words, including the word “mother.”

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17 thoughts on “That phone call

  1. Ha ha, that’s so bang on for so much of what happens, the repeat motif thing. My kids aren’t yet teens so … but you know, I’m much more with Patti — madly taking note of the hardest things of looking after aging parents who’ve always been difficult so that I don’t visit the same pain upon my children. I’m lucky though. I have a grandfather who made everything quite easy for others by aging reasonably … I’m aiming to be more like him.

    Whoops! Now I’m all emo because I’m thinking about Gramps! Thanks!

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  2. I love this. Perfect for Mother’s Day. A few years ago, after helping to move my Alzheimer’s-stricken mother-in-law from Florida to a Massachusetts assisted living facility, I wrote a note to my kids telling them I was writing to apologize for all I would put them through in the future, while I still could,

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  3. I’m envious. Your kids have told you theyre sorry. I hope mine do that someday.

    this was easy to relate to because its so well written and delivered

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    • I don’t think I’ll get that call from either of my kids until they are parents themselves. I, on the other hand, have made this call many times.

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