Today would’ve been my mom’s 88th birthday. She was only 59 when she died, so it’s hard to picture her as an old woman.
I think it’s fitting her birthday is International Women’s Day.
As well as a devoted mother, she was a strong and vibrant woman who overcame many challenges with courage and grace.
I’ve been told I look like her. I consider that a complement.
More importantly, I strive to be like her. Her example of womanhood still inspires me.
This International Women’s Day, I recall my wonderful mom, but I also hope for a future where every woman lives in peace and safety and is able to reach her potential.
I’m visiting O and C, friends on Vancouver Island. Even though this trip will necessitate two ferry rides, with a long wait at the terminal between, I couldn’t be happier.
I went shopping for little hostess gifts. O is getting my go-to gift–wine.
C required a little more effort. I finally settled on a pretty teal scarf and a bath bomb from Blue Magnolia, one of my favourite stores in Sechelt. As I was paying, I shared the reason for my purchase.
“This is a gift for a friend I’m visiting. She doesn’t drink wine.”
The shop assistant gasped. “She doesn’t drink wine???”
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, rushing to C’s defense. “She does drink. Just not wine.”
This begs the question, why did I feel compelled to reassure a stranger that my friends do indeed drink?
Every morning I tell myself something good is going to happen.
(I admit, I’m hoping for something really good like a lottery win or news the divorce is finally final.)
Today I went to the beach. It was littered with starfish patiently waiting for the tide to come in. There were so many, I had to watch my step.
There were different types, colours, sizes… It was a briny galaxy.
I realized this was my good thing for the day, and it was enough.
D thinks I need a hobby so she gave me a painting kit.
I was excited to try it.
I agree that I need a hobby, but maybe watercolour painting isn’t it.