I’ve come to deeply appreciate that when I face a major life change, my mother has a story. It’s not always her story (though it usually is), but there is a story for almost everything I've faced.
I’ve heard many of these stories many times. They’re not deep. They’re not spiritual. There’s usually not a moral — just a character. It's usually my mom.
They are my mother’s way of saying “I’ve been there; I’ve done that; I’ve survived it, and so will you.”
It’s my mom’s most valuable card, and when I can’t talk to her anymore, it’s one of the many precious things I will look back on and draw from.
As I face another Big Big Thing, I am comforted by my mom’s lore, by her hugs, by her reassurances.
She's been there.
That's happened to her.
She's survived it.
And so will I.
