‘Tis the season, isn’t it, for all things Mother? Mother’s Day is soon upon us and in the spirit of this holiday, I am celebrating the moments and time I have with my own dear mother, trying to enjoy every last drop of it. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about all the things I’ve learned from her, but I don’t mean the usual mother-type lessons of working hard and being kind and grateful and all that stuff. Instead, her lessons, taught by example, are subtle and gentle. They’re the kind of things that if you’re not paying attention to, you might miss.
My mother lives in a nursing home and when I visit, she is always full of good cheer. The sandwich she had for lunch, the book she read, the game of solitaire played that afternoon, all of it is done with an air of contentment. Imagine being fulfilled with whatever is offered to you. Imagine feeling like whatever you receive is a gift, even regular old things like a sandwich. When I arrive in the evening after work, no matter the day, she is joyous. Her cup, she says, runneth over. I am always in awe.