When I was a little girl we had “polishing day”. Back then when I heard the words calling from my momma’s lips you could see my eyes roll in the back of my head and subsequently hear the heavy sigh or deep scoff slide boldly from my mouth. Guaranteed there was a lot of work planned for those days.
Just the other day I pulled the silverware out and figured it was about that time. It had to be. I couldn’t remember the last time I had cleaned them.
The dread as I experienced as a child turned as an adult to nostalgic, meaningful and loving memories of that special time with my momma. You see, she’s been gone from this world for almost ten years now. Now it continues to be my time to continue on with the duties, responsibilities and privileges she modeled for me and instilled in…
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