This morning it was ‘wait for me to fix it,’ ‘poor, little, ignorant thing,’ ‘you want good drink?’ and I’m sure more.
These were all to A but could have been to a kid! Now, the ‘ignorant’ statement sounds derogatory but it was a loving phrase. It was meant like, ‘who’s mama’s baby?’ in tone.
Every year as we approach the time of her death, I realize how much of her is in my every day.