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Saturday, January 12, 2013
I was blue for no reason yesterday. I'm fine today. Yesterday, however, I was blue. It happens. I'm human. After a demanding week at work I came home to an empty house (my husband is at school), I'm fighting a cold, and I suspect one of our dog sitters forgot to feed our dogs on Wednesday. The dogs are fine, but regardless I felt like I failed my little beasts. Usually when I'm blue I try to hide it from the world. I didn't speak to my mother all day yesterday, and the last time we spoke all was happy, happy rainbows in my world. And yet yesterday she telephoned me around 8:00 PM. She was just calling to check on me because she felt something.
My mother and I have an invisible tether. It's like I'm a kite flying in the air, and she's holding the line on the ground. From her home 90 miles away, she can tell when I'm not soaring. She can feel when I'm a bit blue. I appreciated the call. Who doesn't love a call from their mother? It's comforting.
I hope I have the same connection to our future children.