“Will you keep visiting me?”
Mom asked me this on Sunday.
“Of course I will,” was my reply.
What else would I possibly say?
Verb: To go to and stay with (a person or family) or at (a place) for a short time for reasons of sociability, politeness, business, curiosity, etc. To visit a friend; to visit family; to visit Paris. ~Dictionary.com~
If only mom lived in Paris…
Visiting family and friends is good for so many reasons – keeping personal connections; being emotionally engaged; creating new memories; providing opportunity to have an intellectual conversation or talk stupid and laugh; or having the ability to tell someone, in person, that you love them.
During our visits, Mom and I tend to do a dance of repetitive questions and answers while I hold her hand. Natasha suggests that I tell her stories of my childhood, whether she remembers them or not. It’s a great idea that I intend to utilize on my next visit.
“Hey mom. Remember when I was about five years old…we had relatives visiting from Milwaukee…you and dad served martinis…I secretly sipped out of a few glasses…felt a little woozy at dinner…I don’t remember what happened after that…”
She’ll either laugh with me or believe I’m crazy.
It’s okay, either way, as long as we continue our weekly visitation.
This post has been brought to you by my mother, martinis, and Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday. Click HERE to see additional one-liners in the comment section. Feel free to play along by posting your own one-liner and linking your post to Linda’s.