Better Late than Never


Several years ago, Mom and I had an ongoing e-mail discussion about the flocks in my yard.  Mom gently provided the correct spelling, Phlox, and we had a good laugh together.  I can’t see the Phlox now without thinking of my Mom.  There are so many things that I see, or smell, or do that remind me of my Mom and my Mom’s Mom, aka Grandma.

When you look at the lives of these two women, I think of their fortitude, courage, love, the ability to turn “lemons into lemonade”, and their adages.  Frequently in conversation, Mom will say, “That sounds like Grandma when she would say (insert adage here).”  One of my favorites, Inch by Inch, it’s a cinch, is my mantra.  I am a list maker, so when I wrote up my weekend list during Saturday morning coffee, it was long as always.  Knowing that each item is a small part of the whole, I kept moving, checking item by item off the list.   At the end of the day, I did have all of my items checked off.

Unfortunately, there was one thing I did not get done.  I thought I had published this post.  I was trying to hurry and must have confused my tiny netbook with too many commands.  Another of Grandma’s adages is…  Better late than never.

Happy (belated)  Mothers Day Mom!  Thanks for everything you did to raise me and my sisters.  I love you.


2 thoughts on “Better Late than Never

  1. Loved your post today and want you to know that I love and appreciate you three girls. You are all so special and do so many wonderful things for me.
    Much love to all of you,

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