Today is Mother’s Day. Believe it or not, there is no longer any grief about it being Mother’s Day. I can say, almost unequivocally, that I dislike all holidays!
Rob took me for my Mother’s Day dinner on Wednesday and today, in the pouring rain, I drove myself to get a haircut.
I opened my card from Rob, along with some chocolate and a small cake. We will have hot dogs for supper and then cake and ice cream.
My life is a Plain Jane one because I prefer it that way.
If I sleep well, that is an exciting discovery because usually I have insomnia.
I asked for donations and received four. I am grateful for them because I am a human being, not a robot.
And because of that, my goal in life is to behave more and more like a human being.
I am not enlightened but I am a student of anything spiritually-principled.
I am not a social animal but I enjoy interchanges with my neighbors and people out in the world. At home I am in silence.
Will I continue to write as much as I have in the past. Probably. Should I? No.
At times I know that my life lessons have been learned and that I survived horrific years with dignity if not kindness. I lost it many times over when my husband was dying. He was my Rock of Gilbraltar and he was dissolving in front of my eyes
If he were reading over my shoulder, he would have just one thing to say, “You are my angel.”
And so what else matters?
NOTE:
Vicki Woodyard