Yesterday was quite an interesting day. It started as my normal Saturday writing the Just A Thought, Miscellaneous Minds, and Movie Reviews. That were pretty much prepped through the week. But, I noticed my baby boy, Bobby Leach II, left a message—I kind on panicked because when that kid reaches out—it’s like the Day the Earth Stood Still—in jest, we call him the “Invisible Man” because he’s like a rarity that one very seldom sees. He left me a message that said, “Good morning Mom, just called to tell you I love you, and hope you’re having a wonderful weekend.” I called him up—we had a long conversation and he ended with…I’ve come to the conclusion that God has it all so we just need to do what’s right, look out for each other—everybody’s not on the same level and you can’t judge where they are—just help them when and if you can and keep it moving.”

This conversation started me on the trek of calling the rest of the crew, then I called Tanisha, my baby girl…opening with “Is the world coming to an end?” She asked why? I said, “your brother just called me—he never does that!” She said, “I know, we had a long conversation yesterday.” We discussed our plans for today and decided cooking was not part of the program.

The next call…Joi, who I call my logistics person. She’s always exploring new restaurants and places to eat. So, I immediately asked her what were the plans for tomorrow. She was talking about something was brewing with her friend Jackie, because her mom was in town, but there was nothing carved in stone. I told her I’d like to do something with our crew — last minute would be hard to find any reservations at all if possible—but like Sherlock Holmes, she was on the case.

I then called my oldest son, Andre’, who was on his way to the gym to workout. He’s our neighborhood health buff. When you see him, he’s a towering giant with a heart of gold. We talked for a brief moment. I told him I couldn’t wait until my new license plate came. He said, “Mom, I can’t believe how excited you are over a license plate.”

In the interim, my Goddaughter called, Christine, was calling to see what I was doing because she wanted to come by. I told her was thinking about starting to paint the trim but hadn’t started yet. By the time she showed up, I was sitting in my easy chair with my feet up. Christina showed up at the door with the most beautiful bouquet of what looked to be like velvet flowers. She grabbed a cold bottle of water out of the fridge and we hung out watching one of my favorite Asian films…

Somehow that painting project got placed on hold. But I had a great day. Perhaps you are thinking all she did was talk to her kids. That may be true. But the point of this post is … Communication is key…My kid’s ages range from 40 to 54. I am so thankful to God, first of all, because they are still here, secondly, they’re never too busy for momma, and God is bringing healing and restoration in places in this family’s relationship that I prayed for.

So, on this Mother’s Day, I am so grateful for my crew. I feel like Stitch, “This is my family, it’s small and broken, but still good.” We must learn to love each other flaws and all. Happy Mother’s Day to my Mom—all my daughter’s, all the mothers at Peace Progressive MB, and my loyal readers. May your day be Merry and Bright! Blessings and Peace!

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