Called to Say "Hi"
At 7:20 this evening… Mom sounded cheerful as she asked if she could call back, as she was just sitting down to dinner. Two hours later, she hasn’t returned my call. She’s forgotten. I am not personally wounded by this in a mother-daughter kinda way, but am, tonight, feeling more sensitive and sad about this expected turn of events than usual. Maybe it’s because we’re Chistmas shopping, and for my mom, gifts are now consumable, whether they’re lovely soaps, books of crosswords (still done in pen!), Dave Barry publications, or tins of her favorite ginger snaps.