She described me as "ditzy" the other day.
While at first, the word made me bristle,
the mere connotation caused me to cringe,
the more I pondered it,
the more it grew on me.
I remembered rolling my eyes at *my* mom,
and thinking that exact word.
my heart warms at the thought of her antics,
the times shared through such raucous laughter,
we could barely catch our breaths.
Our stomachs ached
and tears rolled down our cheeks.
I miss my mom so...
Now, when *my* daughter voices her observations,
it comes full circle.
I hear it as an endearing term.
I looked up the definition,
and "eccentrically silly"
jumped out at me.
I can live with that.