This is a very difficult one for me to write; I have been wrestling with it all day. You see, today is my mother's birthday; she is 81. She is also in the advanced stages of Alzheimer's, and we live halfway across the country from one another. I guess I am struggling with writing this because I feel guilty. I am so thankful for my mother, but I wasn't always. We clashed a lot when I was growing up, and I didn't appreciate her. I know that is true of many mothers and daughters, but it doesn't make it any less shameful. When I grew up we got on much better and genuinely liked as well as respected each other, but I still don't think I truly appreciated her. When my dad died I worried that he had been the glue that held us together; he loved both of us so much, and we both adored him. We saw each other through it though. Then she began slipping away and was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.
I realize now what a precious gift of God she is and how blessed I am to be her child.
- she suffered a lot in her life, and her steadfast faith and trust in God was a shining example
- she was a prayer warrior
- she gave me a love for reading and learning
- she loved and respected my father
- she taught me how to knit and read music and make jam