Tuesday, January 10, 2017
My Mother, My friend, My Everything
It seems like only yesterday we stood in the fields of Gridley. In our darkest attire, some in all black. Sitting, waiting, the cold chill in the air and the blue sky. Birds flying by without regard of the pain experienced below. I sat near the front, next to my mother. My hand on her back and my heart locked up behind a stone wall.
Tears poured down her pale cheeks and the crumbled tissue was starting to tear with too much wetness and gripping. I looked around me at the stone cold and sorrowful faces. As the pastor began to speak I held tight onto my mother as I could feel every single ounce of pain she had in those moments. I couldn't help it that my stone wall crumbled, and it crumbled because for the first time I had witnessed the broken heart of the women who had always been there to mend mine.
In these precious moments before the passing of my Granny (My mothers, mother). I watched as three women worked effortlessly to care for her in the final days of life. They became her care takers and what a team they were. My mom had become the mother role, changing diapers, feeding, reading the bible, sleeping on a air mattress in the room with her mother. My Granny's cancer had spread to her brain, and though she tried, her memory was fading, her logic and she became like a child. During a check in, I had called to make sure all was as well as it could be- she told me, "Granny tried to drink out of an envelope today", I shuttered a bit. But as usual, my reaction would mean the world to my mother. "Well did you put some crystal light in there or what? "
I know my mom had moments of pain during this process, but my goodness the change in my heart of loving my mother exceeded a million times more than ever. To see her care for her mother this way made me so very proud to be her daughter. Her selfless being inspired me in so many ways. I wanted to dedicate this post to her, because she is my world, my best friend and the reason I continue to love hard and never give up on people.
If anyone has met my mother they most likely adore her. She has a spirit and jovial persona that adds to the light in your life. She is real and honest, funny and hard on me at times. She will go out of her way for people. When we go shopping she never shops for herself and is constantly thinking of what other people would like. She talks to strangers, she holds doors and she takes notice of the small things.
Most of all though, she has this heart that forgives and thrives.
For the last 3 years I have annoyed my mother with going to the gym, eating healthy and staying in shape. I have continued to bother, convince and instill ideas in her about how she could have as much energy she had in her 30's now in her 50's. I have explained to her how many people I know her age that bike, run, travel, and have contagious energy. While she has laughed in my face, this has finally come full circle and my patience and convincing has arrived at positive results! She now has a personal trainer and she's doing Yoga for crying out loud! My mom is a rock star!
I felt compelled to write this post because I have been through quite the rough road in the last year and the rocks continue to crumble at my feet, however, I never give up and I press on as best I can with a positive attitude and reflective frame of mind on how to alter my future actions. On the back end, my mother has always been by far one of the best cheerleaders in my life. She should know, the reason why I have this strength is because of her shining examples through my life as a child to now.
No matter what you go through, what loss you face, what people judge you for, one thing will always remain. "Did you live with Passion?" My mom is living proof of living with passion, and I am doing my best to follow in her shining example.
Lately I have felt a major shift in the universe. Lots of lost jobs, lives gone and anger uprising. I'm holding steady with the belief that we all need to start looking in the mirror a bit more at our actions. Why are we hurting each other so much when love is as simple as a kind word? I refuse to give anger my time of day, no matter how hurt I am by others. I choose Mom...She is my reflection, my heart and my kindness. As the storm hits my windows and the wind blows heavily, I know that a rainbow lies ahead and I will gaze at it with warmth and gusto.