Mitty
@mitty828.bsky.social
Curious human. Learning how to live gently in a loud world, and writing my way through change, gardens, and questions without tidy answers.
Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 89.
I wasn’t always the daughter she deserved.
But her patience found its way into me,
and I carry it forward—quietly, imperfectly, gratefully.
Happy birthday, Mom
I’m still learning what you tried to teach me—
slowly, patiently, with love.
I wasn’t always the daughter she deserved.
But her patience found its way into me,
and I carry it forward—quietly, imperfectly, gratefully.
Happy birthday, Mom
I’m still learning what you tried to teach me—
slowly, patiently, with love.
January 19, 2026 at 9:48 AM
Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 89.
I wasn’t always the daughter she deserved.
But her patience found its way into me,
and I carry it forward—quietly, imperfectly, gratefully.
Happy birthday, Mom
I’m still learning what you tried to teach me—
slowly, patiently, with love.
I wasn’t always the daughter she deserved.
But her patience found its way into me,
and I carry it forward—quietly, imperfectly, gratefully.
Happy birthday, Mom
I’m still learning what you tried to teach me—
slowly, patiently, with love.