1. most evident during times of sickness.
2. most terribly missed when the sick person is a daughter-turned-mother.
I realized these two weeks ago as an insatiable germ ravaged through my household. When my two girls got sick at the same time, it was of course I who took care of them round-the-clock. Hubby tried his very best to help, especially when both ran high fevers simultaneously. But he was often so tired from work, he’d fall asleep even before he finished giving his patient a sponge bath.
And then, it was my turn to get sick- the most terrible part. For who takes care of mothers when they get sick? Don’t get me wrong. Husbands are wonderful; and I know mine did his best to be helpful and caring. But, well, I suppose they are he is not wired for gentle, motherly TLC-ing.
So, on those three nights that I was delirious with fortyish fever, I found myself softly crying:
*sniff, sniff* “Mama… huhuhu… Maaaa… huhuhu… Mamaaaa!”
I suddenly missed her.
A mother’s love one never outgrows. Even when I am 80, I will always look back to those days when my Mama showed extraordinary patience and selfless love.
To my dear Mama: Happy Mother’s Day! I miss you. I hope we will be able to come visit with the kids before summer vacation ends.
Mama and Nate (Christmas 2006)
And to all mothers in the world: thank you for making this world better, one child at a time.
Happy Mother’s Day!