I’m going to give my Mom a few more hugs than usual over the holiday for juggling 1,000,000 times more things than me, still being fly, and smiling. ♥️
(And I’m going to apologize for all the times I “reorganized” her strategic piles of files/papers, books, legal pads—and for running out every roll of register tape on her old-school calculator, just playing around as a child. I made up for it by learning how to use the typewriter and being an expert hole puncher when it was time to update the binders.)
I know people often joke, maybe even wince at the thought of turning into their mother. Me: “Lord, I can only hope.”
What I’m Reading: It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want to Be
