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Right in time for Breast Cancer Awareness Month … I’ve been personally made aware. A few weeks ago – I noticed a lump, about the size of a pea, under my arm.
When my mother recently passed away, I was absolutely floored by the compassion of friends and the amount of love and food brought to me during this paralyzing time.
We have a saying in this house when a situation turns completely around on its head: The Worm Turns.
You know I love my little town, warts and all. The benefits, in my mind, far outweigh the negatives.
The monumental day has arrived – we are depositing my diva/daughter at her new digs, firmly ensconced within the very high (and not easily visible by my high-powered binoculars) walls of Penn State University.
It was a summer day like any other. It began with the usual in-fighting, this time over whose turn it was to scoop the outside poop.
In preparation for sending my little princess off to college (26 more days), I was reviewing the whole financial scenario and a tree’s worth of paperwork.
Oh my God in heaven, it’s here already!
Here we go.
I lost my mother this week. And not the way I used to lose her every Thursday at The Food Fair when I was five. I’ve really lost her. She’s gone and I will never be the same.
My daughter repeatedly informs me she never intends to have children. How sad, I think. I feel like my real life did not begin until I became a mother. She insists that she can never imagine being in charge of a child and responsible for everything from brushing their teeth to doing what you must do with an infant suppository. She shakes her head dismissively when I tell her there is nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world that is a more difficult, but a more satisfying and monumental task than raising a child. To give her the bigger picture, in all its cinematic brilliance, I shared with her a few key points to being equipped for the best job she will ever have, with no lay-offs, kick-backs or sabbaticals. It’s a lofty gig, which requires intense preparation, like Moses prepared for splitting that sea in two. It’s just that hard and just that miraculous.
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