Monday, July 6, 2009

There's No Place Like Home

Some thirty-odd hours after starting real labor with Adam I begged Joe to just take me home. I wanted to be home where I was safe and comfortable. Poor Joe just continued his steady stream of encouragement until Adam was finally born twelve hours later.

My mother left home eighteen months ago. She disappeared for a little more than three weeks before briefly resurfacing. Since that time she seems to be living the strangest of all strange lives.

I get glimpses of new life and often find myself wondering if she just wishes she could go home.

I wonder if she knows that safe and comfortable place she might remember as home no longer exists for any of us.

1 comment:

  1. ** I get glimpses of her new life

    Grrrr. I detest typos.