Mom, I was remembering when I went on that Mexico missions trip for 7 days or whatever it was. I was so homesick. Hadn't showered the entire time except once in a public shower place for a $1 or something.
Then I remembered I got home really late at night from that trip. And the house was quiet, because it was so late and everyone was in bed.
You were waiting for me. The TV wasn't on or anything. You were just up and waiting for me. And when I came in the door, there you were...taking my bags and hugging me. Telling me you missed me. Ushering me into my bedroom (which was all clean with fresh sheets on the bed...and turned down).
You got me into a hot shower and when I came out, all cozy in my PJ's and with my tired eyes...you were waiting for me at the kitchen table. And I sat down and you fed me. I don't even remember what it was...maybe soup or ramen. And you asked me all about the trip and let me regale as much as I had the energy for. And you listened with interest and asked questions. And then we went to bed and the next day our family life went on...
But I remember...
I remember that you waited for me
and that you took care of me, even when I was 16
and you knew my needs because you had spent a mother's lifetime uncovering them
and you knew what I needed that night...and many, many others
And now that I'm a mother..it touches my heart in a different way
because I'm struggling to take care of my own kids and to get through these days that I consider to be the "trenches" of motherhood
and you had four
and honestly, I don't know how you did it...
I just know that you were a good mother and you paid attention to the details for each of us
and you loved us well
and I remember