Thank You: IOU

Mama turned to me last night as we were discussing our plans for today, "You know, I did all that stuff when you were hurt. Got your meds, got your food, got you dressed. And I didn't mind. But now, you're making me take the kids to church for the Sunday-school kick-off with community-building activities and get-to-know-you games. For three hours. Now you owe me."

And it's true, I do. And, as she said, probably the most for this last one. Because if there is anything our poor shy and introverted (she's all the way "I" on Myers-Briggs) Mama really doesn't like is forced or contrived sociability.

Thank you, Mama. For all of it.

And I promise, Mama, I walked and meditated while you were gone so I can get back in the pew as soon as possible, which is where I'll be glad to be.

Because I'm an "E."