I just got off a lean-in, check-up chat with a lovely lady. She was one of my editors when I got my first job out of university. My co-workers then were like me, all fresh grads wet behind our ears in our first jobs, and she mothered us all.
She is mothering me still. This time, from a distance, in Beijing. And despite her own health problems and caregiving issues. Though I think it's the latter that has made us pull together lately.
She ended the chat with "Have a nice cold beer, read a book and listen to David play.".
That the beer was in the fridge, the book next to me, and David mentioned by his first name made it sound like he was in the next room. If only. :)
But a great coping mechanism nonetheless.