Last week my
mom came to visit. My family lives about 4 hours away, so we take turns
visiting each other. During the summer though, my mom prefers to come here
since it’s about 20 degrees cooler. She’s able to leave the triple-digit
temperatures and muggy August humidity and enjoy our 70-degree summer on the
central coast. We always have a great time catching up. And she gets some good
Grammy time with Westly.
It’s
interesting to see our relationship evolve as I’ve become a mom and she’s
become a grandma. She makes more sense to me. I understand the choices she made
as a mom. I see more of her in me. And the funny thing is, she’s reminding me
of her mom—my grandma. Life is ironic in the way it comes around full circle in
relationships.
And I’m
reminded that a good story does the same thing. Good characters evolve, and
good plots come around full circle. As they say, art imitates life. Or should
at least.
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