Throughout my childhood, I have been surrounded by an incredible group of “second moms”, all close friends of my mother. I can’t remember these women, or their families, not being a part of my life.
Over the past three years, all of us have experienced tremendous loss. Mrs. Cartright’s husband died of a stroke and very soon after, we lost my dad. Months later, Mr. Hill passed away as well.
Just before I got married, Mrs. Cartright, Mrs. Hill, and Mrs. White took me out for brunch. Over mimosas and french toast, they passed on marital advice, laughter, and guidance that I am eternally grateful for.
Out of everything they told me, there is one discussion that I will never forget:
“People will always tell you not to go to bed angry. But the day before Mr. Cartright died, we had the most wonderful day together.” Mrs. Hill chimed in as well. “The same was true for me and Mr. Hill. We spent the day laughing and talking and when I woke up, he was gone. Spend as much time as you can loving each other, because you can’t ever get that time back.”
My husband and I don't go to bed without solving any disagreements. One reason is that anger prevents me from getting a good night's sleep....and I really like my sleep. The other reason is that I frequently think about my conversation with the ladies. When that day does arrive, I want to make sure that we have the memories of the day before, just like Mrs. Cartright and Mrs. Hill.