But today . . . is such a perfect-storm-example of our relationship. I sent her a text early saying I'd be out having coffee with a girlfriend, then lunch with the boy . . . I came home in between to find no Doggus - I panicked, til I found the leash missing and thought "doh! the boy's en route from his trip so it could only be mom who absconded with Luke..." - long story short: she never checked her texts this morning (should people over 60 text? This is a legitimate question . . . ) and she thought she'd "help" by taking the dog out . . . my mommy panic mode kicked in - then I tried to take one of my antibiotics while we were talking (I know, I know, I'd only had coffee and should take them with food, but it was getting close to lunch so I tried to fudge . . .) and when I immediately threw up - well, everywhere from the floor to the shower curtain to close to the toilet - guess who helped me?
My mama.
The only one I have. So, fraught-with-difficulty your relationship may be with your mother, or not - I can say this: today, more than just about one or two other days, when my mama was there to let me puke in "privacy," ask me if I needed a cold wash-cloth, talk to me about how I might be able to keep my meds down (could I crush the tablets and put them in yogurt? Ultimately, no, but we tried . . . ) or just to hug me (not to mention clean things up - but she likes to do that . . . ) - I have one thing to say . . . . I am a lucky girl, and if you have a mama, tell her you think so, too. Whether you're sick or not, need her right now or not - you'll be glad you did.
Sometimes food doesn't stay down - but real love does.
Yours,
Love Bites,
Carrie Neal
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| One of my favorite pictures of us. |
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