Mom and her memories
When I was in college, I did a decent job keeping in touch with my parents. I would call every once in a while, but more importantly, whenever they would call, I would be sure to pick up. Naturally, most times they would somehow find the most inconvenient times to call. What do you think a 21 year old would be doing at 8:00 on a Friday night, mom?! I would update them on my latest trials and tribulations about classes, grades, study nights, friends, etc. As college wore on, the calls slowly but surely turned to the future: what I wanted to do (reluctantly sharing that I wanted to teach), where I wanted to study (I got into that study abroad program in Spain!) and what I would be doing once I graduated and started my student teaching. But one day, I got a call that was different from the rest. My dad wanted to update me on one of my mom's recent doctor appointments. Let's back up. When I was about 8 years old, my Aun...