We weren’t swimmin’ in cash, but we got all three through college. I can still see ‘em walkin’ across that stage. Me in the crowd, dabbin’ my eyes with a tissue, heart near burstin’ with pride.
But as they grew, got hitched, and started their own families, they drifted away. Daily calls turned to weekly, then monthly.
Sunday suppers at my house fizzled out to just holiday pop-ins. When my grandkids came along—seven of ‘em, if you can believe it—they got even busier.
“Ma, we got soccer practice,” Thalia would say.
“Ma, Gideon Jr.’s got a recital,” Gideon would chime in.
“Ma, work’s just wild right now,” Zora would sigh.
I understood. I really did. Life keeps movin’, and young folks got their own roads to travel. Then the great-grandkids started arrivin’—three little darlin’s I barely know.
