My Mom sent me this poem the other day.
Thought you might like to read it too!
Enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to.
Something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams, wants to see her in an hour.
A youth she’s content to leave behind.
A past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
One friend who always makes her laugh…
…and one who lets her cry.
A good piece of furniture, not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
Eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
A feeling of control over her destiny.
How to fall in love without losing herself.
How to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
When to try harder…and when to walk away.
That she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
That her childhood may not have been perfect…but it’s over.
What she would and wouldn’t do for love.
How to live alone…even if she doesn’t like it.
Whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally.
Where to go when her soul needs soothing; be it to her best friend’s kitchen table, or a charming Inn in the woods.
What she can and can’t accomplish in a day…a month…a year.