Two days agoI was asking my mom for money for gas for her car so that I could drive it to meet friends at a park, or at a football game, or at a house, if we were lucky.
And then yesterday – I am sure it was yesterday – I am holding a little hand and picking up a little body and putting this little body in its car seat. I am waiting and waiting while she buckles it herself.
If I keep waiting, right in this very spot, will another day pass and will this little hand that is fighting with a buckle reach out in front of me and ask for money for gas for my car?
Will I have prepared her to buckle her buckle and ask for money and make her own money and keep her strong spirit and voice her concerns freely by the very next day?
I have until tomorrow.