It’s Friday and I get home from work.
I whip off those uncomfortable clothes and grab the phone.
I need to talk to my mother.
When I heard the phone ringing I felt elated. I needed to hear her voice.
To know she is there just for me.
We sat there for a long time and talked about everything.
My day at work, our family, the weather and politics.
Just about anything.
My mother is the smartest and most sensible person I know.
She makes everything a little better.
Provides me with a voice of reason.
A picture of serenity.
As well as a promise that tomorrow will be better.
Gives me plausible reasons for the things people do.
Helps makes sense out of the craziness of life.
The best conversations.