My parents called me last night. My father was fairly silent and my mother said she's not sad, everything is just fine, and she gets to ride city buses for free now. I know she is frightened, yet she's open to new experiences. This small stroke has made my mom count her blessings. She is grateful for her family, her friends, her altered freedom. I am also filled with gratitude. I am thankful for the time I've had with my parents, that they know knows how much I love them, that my mom has had time and patience to work out kinks in her relationships with her mother, her husband, and myself. I'm grateful that she adores her two grandchildren just as they adore her. Grandchildren can do wonders for lightening the hearts of their grandparents. Each day I am more grateful for the mother she was and the mother she continues to be.
This time sandwiched between aging parents and small children goes so quickly and is a time to be cherished. We continue to observe and attempt to enjoy these changes together on this roller coaster of life. None of us knows how much time we have together, and I am so fortunate to have this time with my mother.
|Ladybug Girl and her grandma|