Come back Bobby. Let Mama brush your hair.

I used to say that I didn't believe in regrets because if I changed any one thing about my past, it would change my future. The butterfly effect. Now...I'm not sure I still feel that way.

My son stopped talking to me on a Thursday in April 2019. More than five years ago.

So regrets, yea, I have a few.

I try to recall if I said something in the days leading up to that Thursday. It wasn't the days before that Thursday, it was the years.

I made a lot of mistakes.

As a Mom.

As a daughter.

As a grand daughter.

As a sister.

As a human.

I was selfish.

I put so many things before my children.

Men.

Jobs.

Friends.

Hind sight, right? I see it now. I didn't see it then.

Still, I am flooded with memories.

Great memories. It wasn't all bad.

Was it?

“And I like Vicki, and she like me back! And she showed me her boobies and I like them too!”