My Mom

I could not live the life I have without two things, my faith and my mom. I have faced so many challenges in my life and I always knew she was in my corner. She is always the one I want to call when things are so bad or so amazing. I know with her I can say anything. I can call and burst into tears or rail against the world and she is there.

In the wee hours of the morning Liz was born I called her as contractions started. I had my first mini panic attack, threw up and called her. I told her I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to give birth. She laughed at me and said at this point I had no choice but she would take the first train out and see me as soon as she could.

She was with Joe and I through every test or study Kate did when we couldn’t figure out her GI problems. Joe was working the day we got the diagnosis. She drove me to the doctor’s office to receive the news. She asked questions I was afraid to voice. She held my hand in the elevator as I railed against the world. She held my hand as I called Joe to tell him the news. She poured me a glass of wine when Joes mother couldn’t handle the news and walked out.

She held and took care of Eric as I took both girls through different surgeries. She waited in waiting rooms, she held me up
In recovery rooms. She guided me through a maze of medical that I didn’t want to traverse.

She was the first one I called when Joe lost his job. She was the first one I talked to after his diagnosis. She has tried everything she could to try and rally the troops to support Joe and I and the kids. Some would say she overstepped. Some would say she pushed to hard. But for me I have never doubted That no matter what I am going through she is right there keeping me up.

She has been the one person I can rely on to do anything I need to. When Eric has his car accident she was the one who handled the insurance company and went to the empty the car. She is the one I have called to not only pick my sick kids up from school but also my sick husband up from daycare. She is the one who noticed Joe struggled with the lock on the door and not only had a locksmith there the next day, she paid for it too.

Recently I told her how Joe is restless at night. I told her how he had punched me in the shoulder blade twice while sleeping. I said I needed to research weighted blankets. Kate had also told me about them and how she wanted one as she read it helps with anxiety. So I was not totally surprised to find an enormously heavy box on my doorstep today that held two weighted blankets.

I love my Mom. I thank God for her. I don’t know where I would be without her. I pray I don’t need to find out anytime soon.