The Chaos & Quiet Of The “Day”

Every year, they go out of their way to make me feel like Queen for the Day. But for me, being a Mom IS the Mother’s Day gift.

I know how lucky I am.

I have friends who  for whatever reason, didn’t, couldn’t have children. Some by choice. Other’s due to infertility or other health reasons. So for them, Mother’s Day isn’t the joyous day as most of  it is for me. Most.

My Mom continues to slip away from us;  The dementia has been an elephant in the room for the past 19 years. And now her body is involuntarily showing the signs of failing. For years, it was just her mind; just her memories. Now, she only sits in her chair or her bed at the nursing home. She has 2 choices. We have many.

And while the Joy & Chaos of my Mother’s Day breakfast is powerful, I can’t ever get through that day without a few moments of sadness. Mom can’t talk anymore, say my name, take a long walk with me or give hugs. But she smiles for me sometimes. And what a gift it is to see Daphne smile.

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This post was written by Eve Morgan