And it's not just because this happens every time I get out of bed for more than five minutes:Look--I love my husband, I love my life, and my little "pod" gives me more than any person likely deserves. But add my mommy into the mix? That, my friends, is as close to perfection as I can get, quality-of-life-wise, short of bringing back my Dad, too. Is there anything in the world that comforts you more when you're hurt, sick, sad, or confused than your mother?
Alex takes good care of me emotionally, and he provides for my needs, and has pretty much been at my beck and call since I got home from the hospital. But let's face it: He ain't puttin' fresh linens on my bed daily and charting my meds (although, now that I think about it, that's exactly the sort of thing he LIKES to do; she just beat him to the idea) and making SURE I consume a at least a modicum of fresh fruits and vegetables to fuel my convalescence, even going so far as to taking into account which foods might cause uncomfortable gas. That's strictly mom territory.
The amount of stress that this ordeal has put on my whole family, including in-laws, has been harsh. Especially for Alex, who was simultaneously trying to cope with a bunch of other huge issues, it was hard. Without the help of my mother and his, I really don't know how we'd have made it. I honestly cannot imagine. I am so thankful that my mom is the tough, resourceful, smart, amazing woman that she is, because not only is she willing to step in, stay with me while Alex is at work, and look after our whole family 24/7 through the worst of my recovery, she has made a life for herself, as a hard-working, successful business-owner, so that she is able to say, "Hey, I'm off to take care of my baby girl (yeah, you still get to be that, even when you're almost 40). Handle things here." And it's the income from that business that gives her the "luxury" (because, yes, tending to MY insane self all day and night--definitely a luxury) to make decisions like this. I appreciate her for it, and once again marvel at all she's accomplished in her life. I hope to do half as well--honestly--half would be a huge accomplishment, and I'd better step things up if I hope to pull it off, myself.
Oh, and just then? There it went again:
Anyway, here's how I see it working. So Mom stays with me, along with my sister, please, for the rest of our natural lives. And naturally, MY daughter never leaves ME, either. I'm imagining some sort of large family compound, which would include extended family: my grandmother, aunts and uncles and cousins, neices, nephews, in-laws, the whole deal.
What--like there's a problem with that idea? If you're lucky enough to have one, go hug your mom. And your kid(s), while you're at it. Many long happy days to us all.