I don’t call my mom as often as I should. It always seems to be the thing that slips off the plate.
I hope I get points on the cosmic scoreboard for thinking about calling
But by the end of the night, I convince myself that I’m too tired, that I don’t want to recount events from my life in the final hours of my day, that I don’t have enough time to have a really rich phonecall, so I’ll just wait one more day…
This goes on.
Then I finally call and
I’ve tried to get her on Facebook, to get her to buy a cell phone so I can text once in a while and send pics of her granddaughters, but she’s against it.
“I just love hearing your voice
I wish I didn’t have such trouble giving it to her.