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11/27/2025

My name’s Daniel, I’m 45, and two weeks ago I learned something about my mother that I’m still ashamed I didn’t see sooner.

She’s 80, lives alone in the little tan house she’s been in for half a century. The one with the peeling shutters and the mailbox she still refuses to replace because “it works just fine.”

Last Wednesday, she called and said:

“Danny… I need help with my grocery list. Can you come? I think I’m forgetting things.”

My first instinct?
Annoyance.

I had deadlines.
Kids’ activities.
Bills on my desk.
A hundred things pulling me in every direction.

So I said, “Just tell me what you want. I’ll order it all online.”

But she was quiet for a long moment before whispering:

“I’d rather you come.”

So I did.

When I walked into her kitchen, three grocery bags were already sitting neatly on the counter.

“Mom… you already shopped,” I said, confused.

She waved her hand. “Those are just basics. I still need a few things.”

She opened her notebook — the same spiral-bound one she’s used for years — and handed it to me.

The list said:

• grapes
• paper towels
• coffee creamer
• company

And suddenly everything inside me went still.

She looked embarrassed, like a kid caught doing something wrong.

“I just… didn’t know how else to ask you to come,” she whispered. “You’re always so busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

That sentence —
those ten quiet words —
hit harder than anything I’ve felt in years.

My mom, the woman who worked two jobs and still made every school concert…
the woman who saved every drawing I ever made…
the woman who put herself last for decades…

felt she had to pretend she needed groceries
just to feel worthy of a visit from her own son.

I hugged her so tightly she laughed and said, “Oh goodness, you’ll break me.”

We never went to the store.

Instead, we sat at the tiny kitchen table covered in little sunflower placemats she’s had since the ’90s.

We talked about the neighbor’s new dog.
About her tomato plant that refuses to grow.
About my dad, and how she still forgets he’s not coming through the door sometimes.

I stayed longer than I planned.
Drank terrible instant coffee.
Listened — really listened — the way she used to listen to me.

Before I left, she walked me to the door and held my hand for a moment longer than usual.

“You made my week, sweetheart,” she said softly.

Driving home, I couldn’t shake one thought:

How many times did she wait by the window, hoping my car would turn into the driveway?

How many afternoons did she tell herself,
“He’ll come when he has time,”
while the house echoed with loneliness I didn’t notice?

I realized that somewhere along the road of adulthood —
work, kids, obligations, noise —
I started treating her like an errand.

Someone to “fit in” when life allowed it.

But to her?
I was never an errand.
I was her world.

And all she wanted
was an hour with her son
in the home where she raised him.

💛 THE LESSON

Your parents won’t always tell you they’re lonely.
They won’t always say they miss you.
They won’t always ask directly.

Sometimes they’ll hide it behind a grocery list.
Behind a broken lamp.
Behind a request that doesn’t really need doing.

Go anyway.

Sit at their table.
Drink the bad coffee.
Let them tell you stories you’ve heard a thousand times.

Because one day the chair will be empty.
The notebook will be closed.
The porch light will be off.

And you’ll wish you had treated an ordinary Wednesday
like the priceless moment it truly was.

11/27/2025

Have a safe and fun holiday! Use this time to remember what (and who) is important in your life, don’t wait another moment to say “I love you!”. Sometimes the next moment is not there. Do not waste time - live life, forgive often, and laugh always.