Hello! My Mom has been taking care of me over the last few weeks—coming by to feed me lunch, drive me to appointments, take care of my kids, provide me with Gatorade when I look like I am about to pass out, and give me good ol’ motherly love.
Well, she has left me. Left to go to California and Chicago for two weeks.
So, I am now spending my days alone. All alone. With no one to care for me. No one to pick me up off the bathroom floor when I have tripped over my VAC tube. No one to spoonfeed my DanActive drink into my trembling lips. No one to help me wrestle my underwear up over my external fixator.
But I will make it. I will.
And all kidding aside—I hated it today when I knew that I would not hear the sound of her coming through the door and calling out, “It’s me, Annie!” There has been something so wonderful about needing my Mom again—like I did when I was little. She is an amazing woman who has been so willing to drop everything for her daughter. And although she may regret raising me to be the independent type of girl who would decide to climb up a tall ladder without help, she loves me—lame foot and all.
Enjoy your break, Mom.
Love, Anne
P.S. I got a handmade card in the mail today that said, “She had a great fall . . . and love came tumbling after.” I am feeling the love from all of you. Thank you so much. --Anne
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