I don’t even know where to start with this one. This is a personal post based on my relationship with my mother with an emphasis on my passion and her acknowledging that passion without ever saying a word.
My mom fell pretty ill a few years ago. She became pretty fragile under a period that was very stressful in her life. I’m bringing this up again now because another very stressful event is inevitable in her future and she’s falling ill again and hopefully on her way to recovery. The event in her life causing stress now is bringing two families together that haven’t been together in over twenty years so you can imagine all the different components being involved. One life has both family’s attention right now and that is my mother’s husband. Another life is now walking a tight rope and is once again my mother’s.
Three years ago when mom was ill, I wrote about an experience I had with her and it has come into memory so many times within the past few weeks. Three weeks ago when we were all in the hospital late one night my mom and I walked down the hall together on our way to the restroom. I sat outside the door waiting on my mother. I found a strange and out-of-place cubby hole in the hallway and took the opportunity to hide in it and wait for mom to open the door. She opened it and started walking out and I jumped out trying to scare her. It was an opportunity to take the edge off of a very trying day for two families. Mom stopped in the hall way and looked at me as if I thought she was just born yesterday. She said “You are such a dork and I had a feeling you would be hiding there when I got out.” We both laughed so hard and I hugged her and told her how much I loved her, how much I admire her, and what a great friend I find in her. Things got serious again as she stood and looked at me and said “Lara, I pray that God gives me strength to make it through this.” ย I gave her a kiss and we continued on our journey back down the hallway arm and arm.
I sat on the couch last night thinking of something I wrote a few years ago as mom was recovering from a pretty stressful time in her life. I went and found what I wrote and have posted it below. I’ve edited it slightly so it is understandable without all of the background previous to three years ago.
Portrait of a Parrot
Lara, that is so sweet. Your mom realizes what birds mean to you. Even though she may not have admitted it. I wish your mom the best in her recovery. My family is going through the same thing with my dad. God bless. Hugs, Cathy / Paloma Perch
Lara, so sorry to hear about your mother. I am very close to my mom, y’all must have a special relationship, I am so blessed to have the wonderful woman I have for my mom. Your story really touched my heart & brought tears to my eyes. I will keep you & your family in my prayers.
Oh Lara, you must be so worried for everyone in your family right now. You are handling everything beautifully in and out. My best wishes girl.
Caitlin N.
So glad you shared your story with us. My prayers and thought s are with you and your Mom.