Cookies from mom

Each year my elderly mom bakes me my old favorite Christmas cookies, and wherever I am working those days, she mails them to me.

I think it's one of those ways I feel loved by her, and it's been there over the years.

My work mostly keeps me far away from her at Christmas time, but this is one way that love travels distance and time.

So I eat them slowly, with good tea. And I think of her and us, and how difficult it can be sometimes to be a parent. And how hard it can be sometimes, to be a child.

Time for tea.