I remember visiting Mom’s place.

Some things were always certain.

The bedsheets were always fresh and crisp and smelled like a warm dryer.

The Kleenex was the really good kind.

Moms always have extra sets of batteries and she always put a couple in your bag just in case.

If you need a spoon, it’s always in the drawer clean and you’ll never find a rogue chunk on the handle the dishwasher missed. Because she WAS the dishwasher.

There’s no dust.
Anywhere.

Somehow, she always had ice cream. Always.

And blanket fairies visited when you fell asleep on the sofa.

The clothes you wore last night were somehow folded in the middle of the night. Sometimes washed and folded if necessary.

And if you had to, you could eat off the toilet seat. And if you tried, she’d bring you a plate.

Moms are really great.
Enjoy yours while she’s still here.