Here she is again. Her life interrupted with mine. Holed up in the vinyl trenches of my hospital room, just like seven years ago. Every night. Day-in, day-out, interrupting IV pole beeps, nurses, keeping track of medications, having the courage to tell the doctors how I really feel.
My mom reminds me it’s okay to cry. She’ll cry with me if I want her too. She tells me it’s alright to admit when things suck. But then she points to the tulips outside in the courtyard and reminds me that we’ve come through it, we’re going to get through it again, and we’ll have so many more wonderful things to celebrate in the future together.
I wouldn’t be who I am today without my worked-in, been-around-the-block mom. She should be just about worn out by now, but she’s not. I know I’ll be learning from her resilience and fortitude for years.
Happy Mother’s Day to All!
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