The 1st thought was drown myself in sorrow, thinking of my late mom and thinking of the fact that I’m not a mom.
The 2nd thought was slapping myself internally,because I’m not the only person in the world without a mother and not a mom.
The 3rd thought was OK, wallow for 5 minutes, blog about it, then move on.
Right. 5 minutes over.
Moving on.
Sita's musings 