My mom flies onward, ever onward, to her next destination tomorrow. The past 2 1/2 weeks have flown by on wings that I didn’t see or hear flapping.
One of the lessons I’ve learned this past week is, it seems I get so wrapped up in trying to do it all, and trying to be strong, that I don’t give anyone a chance to help me or if I do, it’s a delegation type of role. But… while I was off my feet, my mom and Tony did an incredible job keeping the pets loved, the house cleaned, and my every need met. I needed them. Two angels. No wonder I didn’t see their wings — you never see angel’s wings.
We spent some time sorting through photos that I had scanned a few years ago and saved on my hard drive. Discussing what year they belonged in, based mostly on how my brother and I were developing — were we walking? Did we have our permanent teeth yet? Looking kind of gangly, all knees and elbows in that one… and so forth.
We also went through the memory book I had given to my mom, and I delved further into some of her shorter answers to get more elaborate details. If you’ve never “interviewed” your parents or grandparents, or even a beloved aunt or uncle, I encourage you to do so. Learning their story is to learn your story… everything they’ve experienced has influenced their interaction with you.
Today was my first day back to work and it was good to be back.
Jammie J's Quest 