I've shown this before. It's an angel mom made out of cloth and lace. She has made many through the years. Yesterday, we took mom to the rehab center for her to regain some strength. We had a family discussion first, and she felt it was good to go. I initiated the idea but I felt sad and tearful to send her away like that. My heart feels sad still which is a mix probably of the current situation and the knowledge that she may not be here much longer.
The blessing is that in the last 6 months we have come to know each other in a different way than in the past. I have seen my mom's sweet little habits such as using tatted hankies instead of Kleenex. She has been kind to me and generous. Much gentler than in our previous encounters. And I have let go of some of my defensiveness, though sad to say not all. It arises, I see what I'm doing and I amend it.