I went to see my mother early this morning. She was sitting in a chair, all dressed up, trying to figure out which of three scarves to wear to adorn her outfit. She thanked me for being such a good daughter, for helping her out so much. I helped her stand, a challenge due to her creeping paralysis. Once she was upright, I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her, taking in her scent. Her frail body leaned against mine, surrendering control.
“Thank YOU, Mom. For staying around. I know this is tough on you, still being here, but I’m glad you’re with me.”
Then I woke up. And remembered that it’s Mothers’ Day.
I didn’t go see my mom this morning; she had come to see me.
Happy Mothers’ Day, Mom. I love and miss you so…
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