Mom is always on my mind. If she were alive, she would be 60 today.
I wonder what she would think of my mommy skills. Would she sigh in disapproval? Or smile with pride? I wonder what kind of grandmother she would be. Would she tell Simone and Nadia that a “hard head makes a soft behind?” Or would she hug them close and swat at me to leave them alone?
I’d give anything to see her one more time. I’ve got my speech down to six words: You were right. I love you.