we’re watching soaps together (young and the restless, bold and the beautiful). she and her mom used to watch the same shows together when she was younger. it’s a happy memory for her. whenever i’m at work, mom texts me updates from the show. it’s a very sweet ritual we’ve just started. it’s fun to watch her reminisce about old storylines and explain who everyone is to me. we’ve started a new soap together called beyond the gates. even more special to begin the show with her. a new tradition built upon an old one. i look at my mom as a treasure of information of which i’ll never reach the bottom. she’s getting older, and i keep thinking about how one day, i’ll wish i’d been nicer, or more open, or taken out my headphones to listen to her talk just to talk. on days when those thoughts are overwhelming, i settle for spending time with her in the calm afternoon of her lunch break and listening to her talk about phyllis and victor and jill and cricket. sometimes, she talks over the show, but tbh i’m more interested in what she has to say than the storylines.