Mom: I heard you.
Me: I wanted to tell you about how I actually wrote a book that I dedicated to you.
Mom: I know I was so touched.
Me: I’ve been getting so overwhelmed lately, I need a cup of tea with you.
Mom: Brew a cup and let’s chat.
Me: Seriously, Mom. I get so frazzled I want to cry. I have, in fact. I feel like I’m losing it.
My mind is like a mini- tornado!
Mom: Slow down. I‘ve told you this before. Why don’t you listen to me?
Me: If only you could give me some advice.
Mom: I just did. Are you listening? Maybe you need hearing aids.
Me: I’ve been asking God, the Blessed Mother, St Anthony and a bunch of others for
Mom: St. Anthony is hiding from you. You’ve worn the man out. Just slow down, Anne.
Me: Mom, I wish we had time right now.
Mom: I’ve got time. I’m right here, right now.
Me: If only you could hear me.
Mom: This is why St Anthony is hiding. Slow down and listen. I’m right here.
Me: There’s so much I need to tell you.
Mom: I’ll brew the tea. You start talking.
Me: I miss my mom.
Mom: I’m right here. I always have been. I always will be.
Me: I think I’ll have a cup of tea.
Mom: I’ll take sugar and milk in mine. I may need two cups. Brew extra.
Me: I always loved having a cup of tea with my mom.