Tonight, I went to my Mom’s house for dinner … with her stomach all bandaged up, she STILL managed to warm up some quiche, steam some broccoli, and set her brand, new dining table (the one my brother and I bought earlier this week).
I made her laugh — which made her hurt (in her stomach). (So, does this make me a good daughter or a bad one?! :))
I wasn’t in the best of moods when I first arrived, but by the time I left, I was so glad I’d taken the time to go over and sit down to a meal with her.
Sometimes, since she’s been having some health problems, it’s been all I could do to just keep up with the hospital stuff, talking with doctors, taking care of her cats and house, going to the pharmacy, grocery store, yada, yada, on top of managing my own work and life (and yikes — I don’t even have kids; I have NO clue how women with kids hold their lives together!). I’ve often been so bone-tired and stressed by all the work in my office that was going undone, that even just sitting with her for simple conversation seemed out of the question.and not much time at all for simply enjoying her.
Tonight I did that; and it was fun.