When my mother was young she wore pantyhose
on airplanes, and fancy hats to church, with white
gloves and white shoes, but only after Easter.
Sandals were plastic and for the shower or,
if woven, were for vacation. Husbands were
to be tolerated, and kept forever - regardless.
Babies were only born to couples married
by a priest.
I went to the airport today without my pantyhose;
I was wearing plastic sandals. My husband dropped
me off. He does more than just tolerate me;
he listens and hears. I may not keep him
forever, but I will forever keep his friendship.
And my baby - who is no longer a child - will wear his
sandals to church. It isn't how
my mother would do it, but this is
normal for me.
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