09/20/2026
as the seasons change and two dear friends are on an unredeemable journey watching their mothers slip into the dark void of dementia, i am reminded that mourning is the terrible process of allowing reality wash over u again and again and again. we become the adults and them the children.
the inner voices inside our mothering heads scream i thought we were done caretaking in the toddler years. and there is no light at the end of this tunnel. no growth like when they were little and we could chalk it all up to development. this is the benjamin button side of things. and it’s just sad and tragic and full of ache.
but in the thick of this foggy soup, buried deep down, is delight. as kate bowler writes- “delight is the spontaneous response to the goodness and beauty of life.” despite the hard there is always delight, continually open to curiosity.
