almost fifty-eight


I am almost fifty-eight when I realize my own strength. Just when I think my life is my own, my mother falls and breaks her hip. It’s a shock to see her this way in pain and confused. She talks in her sleep and calls out for long-dead Aunt Ethel. I am comforted by the stories she re-lives.  And in the midst of this crisis, Jacob is 20 and he teeters on the verge of adulthood.  He calls to talk on the phone, seeking reassurance. I listen and try to say something that will help him feel better.  I tell him, “Your feelings are not facts. You are worthy and enough.” What once might have crushed me, now mends my spirit, this sense that I am just who I need to be for these people I love.