I've been sick since Saturday. Really sick. I-can't-stand-long-enough-to-take-a-shower sick. So I called my mom the other night, in desperate need of help, and she came and spent the day here with Hannah and me on Monday.
After I woke from a nap, I came downstairs and found Hannah and Mom on the couch, watching The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe (the super-old 80's animated version that I used to watch as a kid). The movie finished and the two of them proceeded to make dinner together, and after dinner Mom gave Hannah a bath.
I was thinking, as I watched Hannah and Mom sprinkling breadcrumbs over chicken that day, that mom really never stops taking care of me. I'm 31 years old and she's still helping to get me through days that I would struggle through alone. I know not everyone has that kind of mom, but I'm glad that I do.
3 comments:
So very blessed you are for her! Enjoy her, as I am sure she was just as thrilled knowing that you needed her! Strange thing relationships are, huh?
I wanted you to know I linked you in my blog today, and put you on my favorites to read. Hope you don't mind!
I am blessed...It's odd how things come full circle that way.
And of course I don't mind...honored actually. :)
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