It is 12:58 a.m., and I cannot sleep. My thoughts continue toward my Mom in the hospital two hours from home. I long to visit her as her mind and health falter, yet my circumstances keep me at bay. As my father held the phone to her ear, we both expressed our love for each other. She says, "she wants to hold me" Oh, how I wish she could.
Growing up, we had our differences, as all parents do. Looking back now, I see the wisdom in the place of unreasoning. Guilt washed away by Grace. Forgiveness where we have faltered. Love witnessed in T-I-M-E.
I have four precious souls sleeping now. Three are my teen and grown children. Tears well up, and I hope they know how much they are loved and appreciated. Their childhood is etched forever in my mind. Prayers I've extended as they face the challenges of this world. To know their worth is priceless, incomparable, and worthy. I hope they will remember all the long hugs of great value as I am forever Mama, and that will never change.
We may not have tomorrow, but we have today. Embrace it. Life is a gift, and what we do with that gift changes lives. My Mom, with her love, faith, humor, and tenacity, has changed mine.
