Today was a day spent busy and half of it with a girlfriend out on the town; a meal out, drugstore hairdye for J. (an easy pleasure!), then to my mother’s for a shared dinner. Her tenderness towards my children and their ease together is something I often observe but don’t take the measure of. Tonight I’m thinking how much a presence she is with them and will be all their lives. Their knowing her, and vice versa, is a tremendous gift. It’s easy to forget just how fortunate we are.
For now, I’m weary and only have a bit left to write. My day was full and tonight I was able to enjoy the uncomplicated pleasure of taking a very hot bath with some simple castile soap, a steaming washcloth for my face, afterward a rough cotton towel and clean clothes, a glass of cold cold water, slipping into a warm bed next to loved ones.
(Small Stone #2*)
My attempt to save you from the embarrassment
Of wanting me
I can’t tell you how much the presence of my grandma has meant to me over my life. We went to college in the city where she lives. Those years were some of the best. We are close, still.
That Small Stone project is nifty. I’m hoping it will prime my mind for more posts. Thanks for sharing it.
…and I totally ripped off your small stone format. I hope that’s ok.
That is truly wonderful. I loved my grandmothers but they both died when my eldest child was in infancy, and in a lot of ways I didn’t appreciate them the way I should. I think it’s wonderful you knew her well and still know her, and I wonder if that’s part of the reason you’re such a gentle and empathetic person.
I’m stoked another person is using the small stone project. I look forward to reading yours!