Today, I am thankful for my mother. She’s not as young as she used to be and not as fast as she was. I had a nice long talk with her today, and I told her I am not ready for her to be old, and explained that often times when I’m frustrated with her, it’s not her I’m upset with. It’s time… I hate that she’s getting old and that some of the things that she does or things that happen are just reminders that I’m going to lose her one day.
I love my mom, I am thankful that I’m in the same state as her and can see her whenever I want. I’m thankful that she’s in relatively good health. I explained some of her health benefits to her, explained how pills help people with depression. Talked about diets that work, healthy foods and some things she’s learned by watching some health shows.
I’m thankful that we got to go grocery shopping together today. I’m thankful for the wisdom she gives me, and that she listens. (Mostly.) I don’t know that she’ll remember it tomorrow, but she listened today and we commiserated over losing our husbands.
She survived it, and has done well for herself. I will too. We have similar stories and yet they are vastly different circumstances.
My dad passed suddenly on May 16.
2 weeks before their 26th anniversary.
Just after Mother’s day
Mom was 46.
My hubby passed suddenly on June 16.
2 weeks before our 26th anniversary.
Just before Father’s day
I was 46.
After that, they are vastly different.
Today, I turned her clocks back, hung them on the wall. We explored her freezer and identified some frozen foil wrapped mysteries. We talked and had a good visit, then went to the store. My son helped her hook up a new system to transfer vhs movies to dvds so she can keep them that way.
I also told her about Thankful November and she thought that was pretty cool.