but time and love.
And the fun was not only
in the giving, but
in the shared creation.
I adored Mom then.
Could my own child
ever love me so?
Somehow She Didn’t Notice
the wavering tone of my “Hi, Mom.”
I sat down at the table and she brought
me a plate of warm oatmeal cookies.
Hi, Honey. How was your day?
I almost laughed. I almost cried.
I managed to hold both inside. “Okay.”
Good deal. Hey, I need your input.
My input? Was this some odd
attempt at bonding?
What should we get Leigh
for Christmas?
Christmas. It would come right
on schedule, despite my predicament.
I already put an Xbox
on layaway for Jake.
Whatever choices I made, Jake would
indulge in the latest video games.
And I got Scott a new
set of clubs.
Come spring, regardless of my decision,
Scott would enjoy a great game of golf.
But I’m just not sure about Leigh….