A few days after my mom passed away, I got a call from Dr. K, the palliative care doctor we had met with just a few weeks back. As my mother was getting sicker, I had left her a message a bit desperately, confused and grasping for information. I had left the message on a
When family and friends learned that my mother passed, people reached out full of concern and love. I think the idea of losing a parent hits everyone deep. Whether they are remembering their own loss, or imagining how difficult it will be when it happens to them, losing a parent, at any age, is heartbreaking. You
When I received the late night call that my mother had passed, I was a mess. I felt guilty that I did not jump in the car the moment her nurse told me she was failing. Had I done so, I might have gotten there in time. I felt terrible that she died alone. During the
Some of you have been on this journey with me since my mother’s first Thanksgiving after moving into a nursing home. Some much longer, some shorter. It seems only fitting to share the end of her story. At the end of January, we learned that my mother’s health was declining and that she had, maybe, up
It’s funny. You can think you are doing just fine, and then you get a phone call that knocks you sideways. But I am getting ahead of my story. My mother has been at her present nursing home for just shy of two years. Every three months, there is what is known as a care
Highs and lows, right? 2018 was chock full of them. The highs were inspiring, impressive and left me beaming with pride, particularly watching those kids challenging themselves way beyond their comfort zones, again and again. But those lows. They knocked the wind right out of me, sent me spiraling and spinning. I have found that
When my daughter was 7 months old, the teacher in her infant room said to me one night at pickup, “Wow, she sure is stubborn!” I remember being astounded. She was 7 months old. What did that even mean? Five years later, we attended a conference with my daughter’s kindergarten teacher. After talking about her
By the time my mother was my age, she was a bit of a homebody. She would decline most out-of-state invitations, explaining that since she worked for herself, there was no money earned when she was away. While true, my mother liked being in her own space, doing her own thing, on her timetable. I
Oh September, I was not sad to see you go. You were a doozy! Silly me, anticipating a smooth return to routine. Instead, I found myself without childcare (True story: The Y after school program can fill up if you procrastinate too long.) There were multiple back to school nights and sports 6+ days per week.
Exercise. I am not a natural at it. I have never felt confident in my abilities. Short girl, large chest – not a winning combo.