“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
This quote from Abraham Lincoln describes exactly how I feel about my mom.
I hadn’t told my mother about my blog. I wasn’t trying to keep it from her, but I didn’t want her to feel worse than she already did about my health challenge. I’m her youngest. It’s been a running joke that I was referred to as “the baby” even when my folks talked about dropping me off at college. I know my mom feels any struggles I experience. One of my siblings mentioned the blog in passing, and my mother jumped on it. “I would like to read it,” she told my sister. Naturally. My mom doesn’t like to be left out of anything.
With a big family, there is often some strategizing when it comes to motherly matters. My sister and I talked about it some, and I asked my husband’s and daughter’s opinions. My daughter Mary is very close to her Grandma Glo, so I appreciated her view. She would be with her on Friday to take her to her hair appointment and then to do errands. Mary suggested she explain her own reaction to reading the blog posts and let my mother decide.
“I would still like to read them,” she told Mary. So Mary sat with her and helped her find the posts on her iPad. She told me she had to keep passing the tissues. ”But Mom,” she told me, “She really valued the chance to understand what you’ve been going through.”
My phone rang early Saturday morning. “Hi Linda. I just wanted to thank you so much for letting me read what you wrote. I wanted to call you yesterday, but I thought I would be too emotional.” I tried to speak, but couldn’t.
Throughout my life, in challenging times, my mother knows how to fill space. “I’m so thankful that you shared it with me. I never realized all you had been going through.” I still couldn’t talk, but through some tears, let her know how much I appreciated her call.
I’d known all along that my mom would read the blog. I’d also known all along that she could handle it. Would want to handle it. She’s a good mother. A natural caregiver.
That’s my mom. She doesn’t shy away from things that are difficult.
Like mother, like daughter.