Visiting Mama

As I type this I just got back from visiting my Mama.  I took her some broccoli and sat and talked with her a while.  It’s no big deal.  She just lives about a half mile from me.

But I don’t do that nearly often enough.

This morning I was looking at my “to do” list.  It has 92 items on it.  One of them is “visit Mama.”

I thought some about that.  Visiting your Mama is just one of 92 “action items” on the farm?  Shouldn’t that one be in a category by itself?

It’s easy for me to get wrapped up in the stuff that needs doing around here and find that my priorities are getting messed up.  Fortunately that happens a lot less than it did when I lived the industrial life and work was my only priority.  These days I see my mother frequently and I’m pleased to know that almost everything I do is something that not only needs doing, but is something that should produce goodness in some form.

Still, even here, there are things that are important and there are things that are real important.

I need to make sure I don’t let the real important things become less important than they really are.

Love Wins


2 comments on “Visiting Mama

  1. shoreacres says:

    First, I had to get over the thought of a 92 item “to-do” list.

    Then, I thought about the days when I could walk over to my own mother’s place and visit with her. That ended about a year and a half ago. I’d give anything for one more visit – but I’ve never had a regret about not visiting while I had the chance. 😉


  2. Bill says:

    The list is down to a mere 78 items today. Progress. 🙂

    Sorry for you loss. 😦 I often wish I could spend another day with my father.

    I know it’s crazy for me to have something like visting my mother on my “to-do” list. I think I probably need two lists.


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