Okay, so we’re skipping the Ws today. No wreckage or wonkiness or worry or waste. No wringing hands or writing poetry or waiting for the elevator. We’re going W-free.
This challenge brought to you by The Mad Grad Student’s Missing Letter Mondays.
Mother’s Day is fast approaching and I find myself in a bit of a bind.
You see, I’m usually the one who handles greeting cards for the family. Birthdays, anniversaries, sympathy, thinking-of-you…I’m the one who pops into the greeting card section and stumbles onto the perfect card for each occasion.
But here I am, staring at my first Mother’s Day after mom died, and I can’t look at the cards.
Like, at all.
I actually tried to search through that section last Thursday – I saw the bright display, the banner overhead shouting Mother’s Day, May 8th, and stopped in my tracks. I looked at the cards, processing the amount of pink displayed, and took a deep breath. Surely I could do this.
I lasted sixty seconds, tops.
The first two cards brought sniffles, tears came with the third, and I didn’t even finish reading the fourth. I just closed it up, put it back on the rack, and meandered off blindly trying to pull myself together.
Mother’s Day. This one’s gonna be a doozy.