Friday, September 24, 2010

Mom, I Will Remember You/But Mom Was Always There......Happy Mother"s Day!

 


In my crib, alone at night… wind blowing the curtains, the closet door a fright…
Thinking I was all alone, calling out in childish terror…
And mom was always there.

So many days and nights of illness, bed bound in my early years…
Always needing special care…
And mom was always there.

Traveling across the country, paper bags carried with her…
For those unpleasant moments of motion sickness…
Wish we had gone by air!
And Mom was always there.

Several deaths in the family, dad and big sis were two…
I asked, how do you go through this?
“My faith”, she said, “and you need it too”…
And Mom was always there.

Many years passed by, more then we ever imagined would…
I became her caregiver, her parent, her mom…
For over 5 years…
I was always there…

Go home now mom, it’s ok, dad is waiting for you… 
Jesus too!
Holding her hand watching her breath as her time drew near…

But mom was always here….

Happy Mother's Day

Monday, September 6, 2010

The Question Answered

I have asked myself this question countless times through my life, why I was I born so many years after my brothers and sisters?  Mom would call me "her extra special little something later in life", or something close to that anyhow!  But I did not feel special.
Recently during a lunch conversation with a new friend, I was talking about mom and my brothers and sisters, and the many  years that separated us in age.  As I was sharing, the pieces all came together in one powerful revelation moment, that gave meaning to my life up to this point.
Mom was 38 when she had me, which was 9 years after the youngest of the first 4.  Such age differences meant I spent most of my younger years alone.
I  had worked in nursing homes years before, so I did have some background in caring for the elderly.  I was young enough and strong enough to care for mom, plus had the "clinical" skills as well. 
Now, the rest of the story is that I was the one to help mom through her last days, and moments.  To sit and hold her hand, encourage her on, and watch her take her last breath....as she enters heaven....where she would see daddy after 40 years, on his birthday!  More wonderful even then that was that I helped her to finally see the One that we all yearn for, Jesus
There was no one else in my family that would have or could have done all that needed to be done, through these last years, except me.  So, this is why God chose me and why He chose the day for me to be born.  He chose me to be that person to help mom go home!
Now, for the next part of my journey....
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