Last night, I left a bouquet of flowers on my mom’s pillow while she was downstairs cleaning the kitchen. She had just had a very emotional consultation at Rockyview for major surgery, and though I’ve been so busy with my own life as of late, I remembered that the 25th was her initial consultation, and I knew how difficult this was for her, so to cheer her up, I picked up some flowers from the campus florist and then, along with a card from the bookstore, left both on her bed. I quietly went to bed.
This morning, I woke up, got into the shower, came out, and headed for my other room where I get ready. Upon entering, I saw the same flowers from last night, at my desk. How rude, I thought, way to throw that back in my face.
But wait, there was a card sitting on my desk as well. I opened it:
We are thinking and praying for you.
Cheer up! God loves you and so do we.
ps: you need the flowers more than I do!!
How? How do parents have that ability? To know that your world is turning upside down, and you have no idea how to deal with it? I haven’t even shared with my parents what’s been going on, but even in her time of need, Mom is able to put herself second, and me first, as per usual. It overwhelms me with emotion to think about it.
I said Mommy Imma love you till you don’t hurt no more,
And when I’m older, you ain’t gotta work no more,
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn’t afford.
See you’re unbreakable, unmistakable,
Highly capable, lady that’s making loot,
A living legend too, just look at what heaven do;
Send us an angel, and
I thank you
And when I’m older, you ain’t gotta work no more,
And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn’t afford.
See you’re unbreakable, unmistakable,
Highly capable, lady that’s making loot,
A living legend too, just look at what heaven do;
Send us an angel, and
I thank you
