precious moments...

Posted: 11/11/2013

That's my wonderful mom taking a Sunday stroll on the beach near where I live. I can't stop looking at this photo and thinking about how important all these minutes are that I get to share with her when she visits.

My mom, as many of you know, is a full-time caregiver for my father, and the job is a tough one that is wearing her out. She can't quite bring herself to say that but it's written all over her tired eyes, her slowed steps, and the quiet that has seemed to  seep into every bone in her body.

Last night while we sat on the porch and sipped wine and watched the moon jump around in the sky I told her it's okay to ask for what she wants and needs. She never asks for anything, always hands out the last cookie, rarely complains, will eat something bad so as to not offend anyone, constantly thinks of everyone else and has a heart so generous that I'm crying now just to think about how much she gives away every day.

My parents have been married for 66 years and what she does each day, every second, all of the time is beyond a love story. She's amazing and does what so many of us could not even imagine.

This morning a sweet neighbor emailed me a note about my own "wonderful children" and told me I should be proud of who they are and what they have become. My own mother deserves some of the credit for my son and daughter because I learned everything from her, absolutely everything. 

There's no way I can begin to imagine my life without her and her sweet doses of wisdom and that is why every second is not just sweet but so damn important.

And that's why we are going to drink wine tonight, laugh until we drop, and sadly pack her bag for tomorrow's trip.


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