Yesterday my oldest had to come
to a nearby town for work. I was so excited to see her that I cancelled my standing every-other-Thursday hair appointment and drove across the Delta to meet her for dinner, thinking I would feel guilty for not having a mother home for her to stay in. I didn't. She has an expense account. We had too much fun. We each picked up our own check. She stayed at a hotel near to where she was working. I drove back to the barnloft mother-guilt free. The familiar and new things of home were waiting for me. They said welcome. They said you did a good job. Now wash your face. Brush your teeth. And go to bed. And I obeyed.