She was there *WITH OUR 4YO LITTLE COUSIN* who was running in and out of empty closets and she had to be like WHOA OKAY HELLO NOT THAT CLOSET, BUDDY

I’M SAYING

he was apparently quite apologetic

Idk, maybe this is the way that praying people talk about finding the divine in every day moments, about praying without ceasing. I hope I get to wash her crystal for many more years in the new house. I hope I always take the time to hear what the worries are actually about.

My momma didn’t tell me not to scratch it this time; we’ve had the benefit of the last 18 years for her to trust me and also to be more at peace with her own dis/abilities. But I was very, very, very careful. I washed all the little flowers and grooves and the scalloped edges >

Anyway, I just washed all the cut-crystal again, after what will be the last thanksgiving in this house, as she prepares for a new chapter after the death of my father-in-law. She’ll be moving into a new house with my sister. It will be good, but it will be different.

but rather worrying about the crystal was a proxy for worrying about loss of control, for frustration about being unable to do things herself, for fears about what her life would look like going forward. And knowing this, I’ve wished for many years I had been kinder/more patient about her fears >

bc I have been the designated washer of fancy/delicate things in my family for multiple generations. But of course, she didn’t necessarily know that, & with the benefit of years & my own disabilities, I see now that her worries, as worries often do, were not *actually* about the crystal, really >

Omggggggg 😍🥌

Cute face, furious soul lol

Omg look at that faaaaaaaaace 🥹

She thinks I am her emotional support animal lol