Taking Care of Mom
Last week, I had to take care of my mom. For the first time. I find it ironic that the same woman who changed my diapers, fed me for 18 years, laughed with me through my early mom foibles, and provided wisdom when the kids were sick - she needs me now. She was a nurse for many years. She helped people have babies, took care of the elderly, watched scads of monitors, made people comfortable, and walked millions of miles up and down hospital halls, tending to her patients. Every time I had a baby, she'd come and stay with me a few days. She'd catch me up on the dishes and laundry, hug and cuddle my babies, then travel back to Ohio. I always had a warm, comfortable feeling when she was there. I wasn't alone. I could do this. I would make it through this parenthood thing. Mom was only a phone call away. Last year, my mom caught an illness that is yet to be diagnosed. She is on all sorts of medicines and on oxygen all the time....