One More Hour

A few days ago I was on the phone with a good friend and she mentioned to me that she woke up an hour early, every day, to go have a cup of coffee with her mom before they both went of to work.

I can't get that image out of my head - of being able to spend some alone time with a parent just catching up on everyday events or even just complaining about traffic. As a mom of two, I know how valuable some quite adult time can be. As a daughter who's lost both parents, I know that my friend's hour with her mom is priceless.

Marriage and parenthood is both a dream come true and a nightmare. I wonder what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong all the time. And now I wonder what topics I would cover if I had one more hour. Would I just be content to have someone make me breakfast? Would I brag about my kids or complain about them? Would I listen to their advice or roll my eyes like I did so many times before? I don't know. I do know that I would greet them with a big hug, have a great laugh or two and leave with a kiss.

Today makes 12 years since my parents have passed away and what I would give for just one more hour.