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Mother's Day Musings

 Don't normally share what I journal about here, but today's journalling was appropriate to add here today:

    I'm very thankful to have my Mom around and living and in her right mind this Mother's Day. After this past year, with so much loss, I'm ecstatic about being able to call her.

    I remember one time when Arielle and I were younger as kids and because we got good grades on our report cards, we were going to Myrtle Beach. Right now. No warning, we loaded up the car and was pulling out the driveway before noon. I don't even think we had reservations. But we found a hotel that was right across the street from the Boardwalk and the Atlantic Ocean. A hotel room in this location now would be high AF...well may with the hospitality industry trying to bounce back through the pandemic, maybe the prices are comparable to what they were then. 

    Thinking back on it, I think my Mom needed a moment of escape and needed a reason to do so. I'm not mad at it. I admire the hell out of it. Even through figuring out what self-care looked like for here, she still was considering how to incorporate us in the adventure as well. Do you know how many people we could have stayed with at the time? Hell, if she had a good enough reason, Mom could have dropped us off at a neighbor's house and enjoyed her time alone. But she didn't, and that experience left such an impression. Even beyond the more expensive and planned ahead of time trips that really should have left an impression. 

    And while memories of childhood fade in and out of focus now, this and many other precious moments with nature stick with my recollection, and my Momma was always there willing to explore for the first time just like me. 

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