It’s interesting to see my mother interact with all her children. It’s like we each have a special relationship with her. You will NEVER hear us say “OUR mother”. She is “MY mother”. One would think she doesn’t have any more children. My brother will call and ask “Where MY momma at?” and I will reply “I don’t know where MY mommy is.” LOL
When asked why does she treat one differently than the other she always says “I give you what you need.” Some of us need straight forward talk while others might need something a lil more different. The one thing that is consistent is the love she has for all of us.
We are overprotective of her and desire nothing more than for her to be whole again. To watch my mother kind of loose herself saddens me. She’s not her vibrant self anymore. Sometimes you can catch a spark of it but then it fades. I can’t imagine what she’s going through mentally, physically, and emotionally. On the outside looking in, I can only be sympathetic to the situation at hand and try to deal with it in my own way. A way that allows me to be the continued support system that she needs.
Don’t get me wrong, we have our moments but that’s just it, they are moments. We know who is in control. God has His hands on my mother and everyday we pray for healing for her in the name of Jesus. ~Amen~
A doctor’s prognosis is but a verbal prescription to go to God in prayer!