Today marks 9 years since I had a mother/daughter talk with my momma. 9 years ago this morning she woke up and knew that her end was near and asked my dad to call asking us to come. It’s a day that I don’t want etched in my memory but we don’t always get to pick those things in our story. May 4th, 2007 was a beautiful Friday here in Missouri and I was in charge of child care for a mom’s Bible study at the Christian school in our town and had just arrived when he had called. I remember being in tears when another mom walked through the nursery doors and how she stayed with me talking and praying with me for that hour…at the time she was pretty much a stranger and she gave up her time with her friends downstairs just to be with me. Her showing up and caring meant more to me then I ever would have thought on this morning.
After the Bible study ended it was a race around town to get mail stopped, my girls checked out of preschool and kindergarten for an unknown amount of time and to get everything we might possibly need packed. We had already picked out clothes for her service because we knew her time was limited…for that I was thankful so I didn’t have to think about shopping during that time. I loaded the Durango up and picked Adam up from work before making the 3 hour trip to my parents home.
That late afternoon and evening was spent just talking with her in her room while she laid in the hospital bed that had been delivered several weeks earlier. We talked about lots of different things and laughed over so many memories. She had found her laughter and started to joke around not to many weeks earlier…something Adam and I mentioned not really ever hearing in the past and oh how I wish I would have had the privilege of knowing that mom just a little longer. The more we talked I found out she always had been that way but had just kept it inside her for way to long. I found out that she was responsible for hanging one of the boys underpants on the flag pole on a church youth trip that she helped with when I was only 12 and then she went on and on about so many other memories.
I’m so glad we had those hours because when she woke up the next morning she was very confused and much weaker. I remember she kept asking my sister how in the world she can keep her house clean…which is funny that my mom was asking my sister for cleaning advice because my mom kept the house spotless except for her organized piles of papers and many sticky notes plastered everywhere! While I don’t remember everything or honestly even much of what we all talked about on this day 9 years ago, it will always be etched in my memory that this was the last day I was able to talk to my momma as her little girl.