|My mom and me when I was three|
I've posted several times on her birthdays and on previous Mother's Days, but I want to discuss something different about her this time. Her mind is not as sharp as it once was (well, whose is, right?), and she sometimes says something out of the blue that is odd. She might ask about someone that we haven't seen in years, or asks why she is in the nursing home, like she's forgotten. It is painful to hear that, bringing home the realization that life is definitely time sensitive.
I know the Lord is preparing our family for eventually being willing to let Mom go to Him. Sometimes He takes people in an accident, in sleep, etc., with no warning. At other times, people suffer through the pain of terminal illness, and it can take years. How do we make sense of it?
|My brother Steve, Mom, and me|
|With Bethany and Holly, |
I am fortunate to have my mother nearby, even if she is only a shell of the full person she once was. I am thankful, appreciative, and misty-eyed that I still have the opportunity to tell her that I love her, and I will.
|Mom, Annika, Bethany, Alexa|
I love you, Mom. Thank you for everything you've done for me. It's my turn now to do things for you.
Happy Mother's Day!!