Dear Intimacy,

What would you have me know today?

When I was growing up my dad owned a hotel called the Pink Flamingo. We lived in White Rock and the Pink Flamingo was about a 40 minute drive along the King George Highway in Whalley. Along the 40 minute drive there were, from time to time, sex workers. As my brother and I were very young, my mom didn't want us to see these sex workers so she made up games for us to play. One of these games was called "let's close our eyes and see who can keep their eyes closed for the longest." If you know me, you know I am just a little bit competitive, and I wanted to win the close your eyes games every time.
And I did! (similar to how I won all the running races against my brother when my dad would time us running around our house).

Yesterday I felt like my body was both transported back in time 38 years and into my mom's body. I drove Miles, Margot, and I to the post office which in a dodgy-sh part of town. I promised my kids we could go to the dollar store after the post office. In between the post office and the dollar store there were two people sitting on the curb, on their blanket, surrounded by all of their belongings, smoking drugs. I didn't want to walk through this situation with my curious kids. So, although I wasn't in an 1980s Astro minivan, I felt like my mom asking Miles and Margot to close their eyes while I drove the 30 seconds passed the people on the curb. Do you know the best part? I loved feeling like my mom. I used to do everything in my power to not be like my mom. How funny life is. Times like these, feeling like my mom, don’t come often. Now I welcome and savoir these feelings.