Missing my Mom this Mother's Day
I rarely get to see my mom on Mother's Day, but I have always been able to speak to her on the phone. This year will be different, though. My mom's Alzheimer's has taken so much more away from her over the past year that she would not know who I am on the phone. In March I helped my dad and brother move her into an Alzheimer's Facility, since her care had become too much for my father. It's so hard to lose someone you love so slowly, for so long. The other night I was thinking about my mom, Mother's Day, and memories with her as a child. I saw her holding my hand and walking with me as a young girl, and then could no longer hold back the tears. Words for a poem came to me, so I pulled up the covers (I didn't want to wake Chad) and started typing into my phone. The hands of a child are so tiny and small, Needing wisdom and guidance to make sense of it all. These are my hands now, Steady and true. So much of who I am now, can be