you never stop being her mom.

even when she's 26
with a life of her own.
when she calls you
feeling like her heart's entirely broken.
you clear your schedule
spend the weekend listening
encouraging
helping her to see hope
in the midst of devastating disappointment.
you make a pot of chicken soup
wrap her in a warm blanket
prop her up on pillows
and, just like when she was a little girl,
with a skinned knee
that you kissed to make it better
you tell her that everything will be okay.
because it will
and you believe it will
because you believe in her

"Keep it simple."