There is a smoky, old romantic song about the first time ever I saw your face...and googling says its Roberta Flak, but while I was shopping for middle son's deodorant at Wal-mart today, I sang it as: "The last time ever I buy your deodorant, and unless you want it for birthday presents or Christmas...La La la la---aaaahah..."
I had him write down whatall was on the label so I got the right kind, but High Endurance had branched out into clear and solid. No more "stick". (not that it ever resembled a stick, in my opinion) So, I bought both.
At the juice section, I was restocking on all kinds of fruit juices---grape, orange, grapefruit, apple, and would soon venture down another aisle for gatorade, when a lady pondered aloud, "how can you afford these prices?" I blurted out that my son was only home for two more weeks... and headed for the milk department. Call me Mrs. Insensitive. But, I had to quit singing my song because it was making my eyes leak.
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Tough moments...
Grieve; it's okay. You'll always be a mom, and there will always be someone to mother, maybe even your boys. :-)
What an amazing gift you've been given in motherhood, and in the ability to enjoy it so very much. Hang in their, Aunt J.
Praying for you,
-J
Uh, I meant hang in thERE! I swear I know English, but this darn Southernese keeps getting in the way...
Thank you, J. This is a wonderful outlet for these strange stages in our lives. Its a place to dump stuff and hopefully not exasperate my children and husband.
You moms just naturally have leaky eyes, don't you?
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