After A Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ... | !!top!!

My mother is not the hugging type. She is the “Did you eat?” type. She is the type who expresses love through folded laundry and the quiet act of leaving the last piece of chicken on the platter for you. We had a relationship that was efficient. We spoke twice a week. The conversations were predictable scripts: weather, work, the dog, a vague “I love you” muttered quickly before hanging up so neither of us had to sit with the vulnerability.

If any of these linger more than a week, consider talking to a friend or therapist. Showering someone with love can sometimes be a way of avoiding your own needs. After a month of showering my mother with love ...

We danced. Two clumsy people in a too-small kitchen, stepping on each other’s feet, laughing like teenagers. There was no audience. There was no reason. There was just love, abundant, ridiculous, long-overdue love. My mother is not the hugging type

Last month, I decided to stop "squeezing in" time for my mother and instead, I spent thirty days intentionally showering her with love. I didn't wait for a special occasion. I brought flowers on Tuesdays, listened to the same stories for the tenth time without checking my phone, and prioritized her presence above my to-do list. We had a relationship that was efficient