Tuesday's gone...

...before it arrives. Watching children grow up must be beautiful. Watching them become aware, alert, form opinion, form facial features, grow taller, fatter- all the works. Parents wouldn't like to leave a growing child home alone, they wouldn't want to travel incase they miss the first step, the first sentence. 

I don't want to miss my mother's growing older. I don't want to miss seeing how her arms wrinkle and how she now starts telling stories of Jain monks. I don't want to be missing any opportunity to make her travel the world. I cannot let go of a single day of opportunity for her to explore another cuisine, for her to get over her hatred of cheese. How can I? She is so much more delightful with each passing day? She looks more and more different. She needs me around to help her build her opinion even better. She says her white hair is more silver than mine- how do I know unless I see it? She needs me to get answers to her questions on why there is a Captcha on websites which ask for payment. How can she do without me? Why have her rack her brains for 'what's that thing called that you use for ABC with your fingers?'. A keyboard, because I may never have guessed it as I laughed and laughed. 

And yet, Tuesday's almost gone and we aren't together thanks to Covid-19.