Over lunch this afternoon, she tells me, "It's quality not quantity." Logically, this statement scared the shit out of me, but emotionally I agree.
Mom, I promise to make our time count, to make memories out of mere moments. I love you. I will be the Louise to your Thelma, if that is what you want. We can steal a convertible, race out west, and never look back. Rob convenience stores, evade cops, drive over cliffs, sneak across boarders, star in never-made sequels... I am game for anything, as long as we can do it together. Mother and daughter. Let me be your alibi on this adventure. With both huge battles ahead. My enemy will be the fear, the fear of the unknown, the fear that comes from being a bystander, the fear of being helpless in helping you, but I am already trying to fight it. The number of smiles we shared today outweighs the number of times I've cried since leaving you- a step in the right direction.
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