As the days of spring turn into summer, life has a way of moving on. The grass is green, the birds are singing, and I am still caring for my mom. Oh, not in the way I had done when she was here in my home. I still make sure she has what she needs. So does my sister and brother now, too. Mom gets to come and have dinner with the family every time we get a chance to go out.
Father’s Day found eight of us eating dinner out. An eclectic group of family who enjoy being together. We laughed and enjoyed each other so much. Was it the same as those family get togethers of days gone by? No, it was even better. Our ages raged across some fifty plus years and some very different life experiences. We shared a meal and it was wonderful.
I caught my mom’s eye as she enjoyed her dinner. She was happy and pleased to be out with us. My husband sat next to her and enjoyed her company as much as I did. We have a new and different routine and it involves family. Our family. Each loving and honoring traditions in a way that works for us. Life moves on.
Calvinsdaughter 