I wish I was cool enough to figure out how to write on this notepad in this post. Oh, well. You can’t always be cool. I found this sweet little notepad on ShabbyBlogs when I was toodling around there the other day. I was inspired to share it with you! I’m in the process of adding some weekly
structure rhythm to this little ole blog. I’m thinking of doing “Ten Things I Love” on a regular basis so you’ll have to stay tuned in to see!
If you have read some of my other posts, you will know that my mom is very sick. She has leukemia, and it is terminal. Although I live a bit far from her, we talk most days (sometimes just text). On Mondays and Thursdays, I get the blood count report. Mom is getting platelet transfusions every Monday now, and she gets blood transfusions every other Monday. Her poor bone marrow is shot, and it just won’t make enough blood for her. She is on palliative care now. When she decides to stop getting transfusions, she will be in hospice.
I appreciate your kind remarks as I have blogged a lot about this journey with her. She has read most of it, but now that this blog is published to Kindle she can read all. It is an up and down time for all of us. She has good days and bad days, but I guess that is true for all of us. I’ve been emotionally raw this week. Up and down.
We had Labor Day weekend with Mom, and it was a special time. She was a trooper with all the family, kids, dogs, and noise that is part of the family bay house routine. Surprisingly, Mom and I had several times where we were just the two of us visiting. The girls came and went. Our old dog, Tater, never left Mom’s side. By Sunday, Mom was worn out, but she was glad that she came. On the way back home, I could tell she needed rest. “I need to stay closer to home now,” she said, matter-of-factly. I was tired too. I felt responsible for her. I couldn’t answer when she asked, “Is there anything else you want to know about me or my life? Any other questions or curiosity?” I just shook my head. I felt irritated. I wondered if offering thanks would help my agitation.
Today I offer this notepad to Mom.
Ten things I love about you, Mom:
- She can sew like a mad woman. Once she made me a swim suit that looked store-bought. She can make anything.
- She made a prom dress for me in high school to look just like the red dress that Julia Roberts wore to the opera in Pretty Woman.
- She is the best person I know at organizing. Wish she lived nearby. My closets are calling you, Mom!
- She is pretty. She always has been. I think she is beautiful now because of her strength and trust in God.
- She fights. Hard. Cancer twice. Now this. Wow.
- She cares about the details in my life.
- She loves my children.
- Her hair.
- She likes doing laundry. And ironing. I somehow missed that inheritance.
- She loves God. She can’t wait to be with God, but she is trusting that God still has a purpose for her. “After all, I’m still here!” she said.
We offer honor to the people in our lives when we tell them how much we value them. Take this notepad (or your own), and place value and blessing on someone in your life.