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Mother’s Love
Our Mom’s Are Our Cornerstones
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You Can’t Explain It
You feel it. My mom and I have always been close. Except for an 8 year break where we lived in different countries, we always lived together. Somehow we’ve made it work despite having very different personalities.
She is hyper organized and I’m a go with the flow kind of gal. Mom will fixate on something until it consumes her day, while I brush things off fairly quickly. It’s a good balance because she keeps me on the straight and narrow. I might have made some super dodgy decisions without her counsel.
She hates creepy crawlies and I’m always the one catching bugs or squishing spiders. However, when a baby snake sneaked into the house, my mom took care of it while I stood on her bed in a mild hysteria. I draw the line at snakes. It was her turn to laugh at me that day.
As she ages, I notice how she’s slowing down. Her memory has holes and I’m becoming more of a caretaker in recent years. It’s interesting how roles reverse as our loved ones age.
It’s a Privilege
There are days when I’m busy and being a caretaker is tough. I remind myself in those moments how much harder it was for my mom when she…
