She once dropped everything (including leaving her job in the middle of a workday) to drive two hours to Lubbock to be with me when I was distraught and needed my mommy. Why was I so upset you ask? Was one of my kids deathly sick? Did my husband lose his job? Nope. I was inconsolable because that morning I had accidentally run over our cat with my van. I couldn't handle telling my kids, and Reed was out of town. My mom swooped in like Wonder Woman and took charge. She played with the kids, distracting them when their mom had to run to the bedroom and cry some more during random moments in the day. She took us out to lunch. She stayed with me until Reed got home that night. Then she took the cat's body home with her so she could bury it on her land. I couldn't stand the idea of throwing our kitty in the dumpster.
I am so grateful that I have my mom. I am grateful that I have her to talk to. To hear about her life and her ups and downs, and to tell her about mine. I am grateful for her wisdom and her love. I will miss her terribly when we move, but there are phones, and email, and cars and airplanes. At least I have her in my life. I know that there are women all around who don't have their mothers. I will try not to take mine for granted.
