Since my Mother’s passing earlier this year, I find my mind wondering off to my childhood and the unintended lessons my Mother taught me. My mother was nineteen-years-old when I was born. She wanted to go to college but that was not her parent’s expectation for their daughter. So, married two months after graduating high school my Mother became a full- time homemaker who swept the floor every day and washed the curtains in the spring and fall. I was born ten months later. My father was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis when I was seven and Mother had to become the bread winner of the family.
I spotted our son and granddaughter patiently waiting along with all the other people who had come to meet family and friends. It wasn’t long our Granddaughter saw us. She was wiggling with excitement. We couldn’t wait to hug each other. We got our luggage and piled into the car. PopPop was in the back seat with our granddaughter. They were having a lovely conversation about her plans for us in the coming week. Then I overheard our granddaughter ask my husband, “Do you and Nana live in the clouds?”