Therapy

I have found over the last couple of days that I can’t concentrate on any serious work, so I spent yesterday caring for my indoor garden ~ my house plants. Which is something I love to do but don’t take time for often enough. It’s the next best thing to tending my outdoor garden of flowers in the summer.

Today I hadn’t planned it but I just naturally migrated to the kitchen. I baked lemon cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I baked snickerdoodle cookies. And because poor Boo kept thinking every time I opened the oven it might be something for her and her neighborhood buddies, I baked these peanut butter dog biscuits. In the shape of bunny rabbits of course because that’s what the dogs in the ‘hood like to chase. (They’re all on leashes, so it’s basically a tease.)

Half way thru the cookies I realized what I’d been doing the last two days. I was connecting with my Mom.

Things since the accident have been very tense. Each day holds a new drama and all of it is unnecessary. Of course it's going to take awhile, but the folks are coming along fine. It’s The Others. (You all watch LOST.)

So I realized I was doing things that would connect me in a comforting way with my Mom. My Mom has always led a busy life, but two of the things she has always tried to make time for were tending to her flowers and baking. I’m no psychologist, but I really think I unconsciously entered into activities that brought me comfort. And they were comforting to me because I can see my Mom doing them. And that always meant home to me.

I feel better. The next thing you know I’ll be bringing out my sewing machine. (She’s an awesome seamstress…) Thanks, Mom.