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With your father and sister out of town I woke today wanting to offer you a special day. Something dressed in my best attention without the cumbersome tug of formality. I considered all the places we used to visit, old favorites that seemed a size too small in their sentimental familiarity.

Instead I traded activity for attention. I folded up my laptop and turned the volume off on my phone. I let the household tasks for tomorrow and settled in for all the thoughts so often postponed for a minute that too often is lost between us.

There is nothing remarkable in the shape of our day, rather there was a companionable contentment threaded between each distraction. We were more patient in our attention and more generous with our time.

I don’t want this day to end for the nagging worry that tomorrow I will wake to the routine of procrastinated promises. Let this note to you serve as a reminder for me; the ease of your company is directly proportionate to the availability of my attention.

Love, Mom

Tagged: Musings, Son