It was something I hadn’t seen before.
A two year old, four year old, and seven year old, sitting still at the same time.
And my three grandkids kept on with this peaceful focus, watching the animals grazing before them.
Maybe I just hadn’t noticed before.
But then I was also slow to pick up that my once wild and wooly caterpillar of a teenager suddenly grew wings.
And then blossomed beautifully into her role as a mom.
I told her so in a Mother’s Day card I tucked into her May birthday present yesterday.
“Thanks for being such a great and loving mother to my grandchildren,” I wrote.
I like to think I’m transforming as well, growing new wings and new perspectives.
This Mother’s Day’s day I drove to my mom’s old care facility after buying a bouquet of daises and box of chocolates. I was there to attend their weekly church service.
I haven’t been back since Mom left.
I do have tough memories of my mom in the care facility with her tearful pleas to go back to her old house. And I’ll never forget the painful care conference with my husband at my side when I realized his dementia had actually surpassed that of my mom’s.
But I also have plenty memories of laughter, with Mom entertaining caregivers and fellow residents while I’d dispense her beloved Dove bars to the crowd.
As I entered the facility today I asked the receptionist to pass out chocolates to any mothers who were working.
And I asked her to share the daises with a resident who might be struggling, or having a particularly rough day.
Once I walked into the tiny chapel, I recognized a few ladies who used to sit at Mom’s dining room table.
I suddenly felt at home.
And I felt Mom right in the room with me.
The small group sang classic old hymns and listened to a sermon directed to the elderly women in the group.
“Remember to always ask for help if you need it,” the minister reminded them.
A gentle, smiling usher from the local church asked me if I would help out some Sunday with the service.
The woman said she is getting older and many of her friends are now residents themselves.
Sounds like she was listening to the sermon.
Though it isn’t something I would have done a few years ago, I’m thinking of helping out.
I can’t think of a better Mother’s Day gift for Mom.
And I know a peaceful new perspective can be mighty good for the soul.