I thought I would share a couple stories about my mom for Mother's day. Maybe just a glimpse into the person that I love and look up to.
Parker was born in WA and we moved back to UT when he was about 3 weeks old. When we got back to our little duplex I walked into the cutest nursery I'd ever seen. My mom had painted the walls and gotten decorations and had everything set up just perfect for her precious little grandson. And she had done it all (with a little help) while undergoing cancer treatments that left her feeling like she had the flu constantly. She was so excited to be a grandma I don't think anything could have stopped her from decorating that room as special surprise for her grandson and me.
In the last few months of my mother's life, her body and her mind began to betray her. I think that probably one of the hardest things for my mom was when her mind started to go. She was always so intelligent and full of wit. Not to mention very educated. Just one smart lady. I always admired that so much about her and it's one of the reasons I'm going back to school. Even though my mom never really complained about all the things that the cancer was robbing her of, I know she must have been frustrated.
One night I was trying to feed her some pudding and she didn't understand what was going on. She kept telling me that I didn't have pudding, and I tried to explain that I did. After a few minutes of trying to help her understand, I realized that I was making her sad and frustrated and so I changed the subject. The cancer invading her brain made it hard to really grasp what I was doing. Then my dad walked in. Whenever my dad came into my mom's line of vision it was like everyone else disappeared. She was glued to him and always wanted him near her. Everyone that was with my mom at the end watched my mom's eyes light up when my dad was around. I always knew my mom loved my dad, but she loved him a in quiet and less demonstrative way. When she got sick it was like their bond became so strong it was almost tangible.
So, after a few minutes I left the room but was quickly called back in by my dad. My mom looked troubled and she told me now sorry she was for being short with me and that "she was just having a bad day." I was speechless. That even with all the physical and emotional pain she was in as she watched her life slip away from her. She was worried that she may have hurt my feelings. And she hadn't even been grumpy at all. Then I realized that that is just my mom. So very kind and such a loving mother. Most days I feel so far from being the woman that my mom was, but I sure hope that someday I can get close.