The Old Fashioned & Airplane Mode

Happy Day After Mother's Day!

Mother's Day means a large array of things to a lot of different people depending on their experience and relationship with their mother, the presence of their mother in their lives, acts of mothering, mother-like figures, Mother Nature... I could ramble on about this complicated day. 

But what I am doing here and how I interacted with Mother's Day was by nurturing my mother.  A classic turn of the table we see in the cute commercials. Except instead of serving her runny eggs with shell in it... yes, a younger version has done this... I turned her phone on airplane mode. I bought us our favorite breakfast food including fried plantains with avocado crema. We went on the search of being in the present and finding or creating what felt like "the best". Giving us access to tap into the beauty of now even if it has hard parts, the gorgeous experience of joy and the strength in our relationship. I just scribbled us a permission slip to laugh... and then forced her to get on board. 

We felt light and like ourselves. There was room to be goofy. 

Which leads us to how I am continuing to nurture her today... Today Mom is hung over. Girl needs coconut water and probably will not drink it. And there was NO WAY she was writing a heartfelt post over here. So, here I am. 

In this freedom of yesterday, we deemed ourselves Old Fashioned Experts and went on the hunt for the best local Old Fashioned. We were intense, we had categories (many) and we disclosed the competition at each establishment. We tried to keep it fair and pace ourselves so that each bar got equal judgment. We discovered the history behind the Old Fashioned and that we both enjoy a sazerac, and that to no one's surprise, two empaths are highly affected by environment in their cocktail enjoyment. We also are true ACTIVISTS for a cherry in an Old Fashioned... but a QUALITY cherry... and I think it is mostly because we really like them more than anything else. You should probably put 2 in our drinks. Always. There was a surprising winner that we had an emotional reaction to which was even more unexpected... does that dock this winner points? Still TBD. 

And when we got home, I did what kids do on Mother's Day, some way somehow... I made her tipsy ass eggs. (Eggs she did not recall but expressed gratitude for). There was no shell, but there was vegetarian sausage and cheese and half of a bagel with cream cheese and hot honey. There was safety and satisfaction. There was being cared for. There was water. Lots of water.... and there was writing this post. 

Airplane Mode for the win. 

Adalyn Wilson