I’m with Sweet Mama again for our monthly visit. After several weeks of scrambling my brain over promotional campaigns and straining it further trying to catch up with my bookkeeping, a visit with her is like a reprieve.
Not that she doesn’t have things for me to do–of course she does. This once highly independent woman now has macular degeneration, bum knees, a bad back, and COPD, so she can’t do much more than watch TV and call to tell me the jokes she’s heard. Helpers come from a variety of places, but some things aren’t to be done by folks outside the family, so I usually have a list waiting for me.
Her favorite activity these days is going out to eat, so I’m well rewarded. But I’d be well rewarded anyway. She’s so thankful for everything I do for her, which amazes me. It’s the other way around–I’m so thankful for everything she’s done for me!
I imagine most folks feel the same about their mothers–our toughest critics and most fervent cheerleaders, the women who collect our tears and our smiles in their hearts. I hurt for those who’ve never felt a mother’s love, and I hurt for those who’ve lost their mothers, because there really is nothing that compares, no satisfactory substitute.
So, if you’re looking for me this week, I’m replenishing my stock of Mama love. See ya Friday.