Its morning My mom is just never on time. I dont know if you inherently learn the rules of tardiness from the parent you watch the most - but i watched my mom. Nosey. Nosey. nosey. I want to make her smile. I want to make her better. I want to heal her. Take the pain. God, she is beautiful inside and out. But also, a human being. It takes two to tango & there are things my mom has had to deal with that are unacceptable and things my dad has had to deal with that is unacceptable. As in ANY adult relationship - these two human beings deemed imperfect. I thought of a really good metaphor to describe this. I hope that they understand that in ways - watching their relationship was good and in ways it was bad… theres black, theres white, theres grey. Thats it.
