Mama

I've been thinking about my mom a lot more lately. Maybe it's because Mother's Day is this weekend. Maybe it's because I'm reading a book about old ladies in a nursing home (my mom is in a nursing home). Maybe God put her heavy on my heart for a specific reason. The girls and I went to see her yesterday. I don't go as much as I should. There's so much to do all the time. I don't' make the time. I feel guilty. All she has is time and that's all she wants from me.

My mom is amazing. She is strong. She is sweet. She is fun. She is fiesty. She is loyal. She is beautiful. She is loving and encouraging. She always told me that I was beautiful and made me believe it. She always told me that I could do or be anything that I wanted to be. She gives the best hugs.

Most of the time when I visit her, she calls me Adell (her sister). When someone comes in while I'm there, she introduces me as her sister. She knows I am someone who loves her. She knows that she loves me. If I say, "you know that I'm your daughter, right?" - she will say "yes, you're Karen". And sometimes, she says something that really makes me feel like she knows who I am. Those moments are rare and precious. I miss her.

On this Mother's Day weekend, I want to give thanks to God for giving me the best Mother ever. I love you, Mama.