Simply serving and not complaining.
That's hard too.
I feel like I want to grab hold of every ounce of air mom breathes as if she is some sort of prophet in her own right. I find myself in a place where I am searching for the next thing to do to preserve her in any way I can.
In some ways she has gotten stronger, but in others weaker.
A sweet thing happened last night. I brought along the scrapbook she and I started working on in 2007 all about her. She just lit up and began telling my sister and I the stories of the pictures all over again. And she didn't miss a beat. Ok. Maybe one beat when she read something SHE had written in it, and then reread it as if she had never read it before about 2 minutes later. It was so sweet.
We also pulled out an old old school project she had made in high school. Probably around 1945. She loved to look at that and tell us all about how she LOVED interior design ideas and putting things in place around the home. I just love entering into her world. I love grabbing for life and trying to absorb the most we can. She even discredited herself for creating the project because she said, "I'm not that smart"...=)
Last night she said something and both my sister and I caught, although we didn't say anything out loud.
It started snowing.
And mom looked outside and said, "look at that!"...(yes it was April 12 but we are in Wisconsin and in the longest winter I have ever seen in my life).
Then she said this very prophetic simple little thing:"You
"You guys will remember this Spring next year".we let those words just settle.
But the reality is....She said "you guys" not "we" will remember this spring.
These things slip through once in a while. And we take a deep breath.
not much more to say than that.
It will definitely be a memorable Spring momma.