Remember when blogs were a place to post about what’s going on in your life? I’d like to get back to that, so I’ll be getting more real and sharing more about our life.
Just a few weeks after we moved to Idaho back in April, I got a call from my mom’s neighbor. She told me that my mom was in the hospital and needed help. That would be a shock to anyone. But for me it was a double shock because I hadn’t spoken to or seen my mom in 17 years, by her request. (In a nutshell: I was ‘disowned’ because of my marriage to Mark back in 2004. It’s a long story spanning my whole childhood, with a lot of abuse, trauma and mental illness involved).
I called my mom in the hospital, we reconnected, and amazingly she accepted my offer of help. I flew out to Connecticut and realized she needed to move close to me in Idaho. We made a plan, and two months later she moved to an apartment two minutes away from our house. Now I see her several times a week to drop off meals, take her shopping, or just stop by with a kid or two. She has connected with my kids, her grandkids, whom she had never met before.
One day she was over here helping Poppy read and it struck me how incredibly surreal the situation was. Thankfully she is different than when I was a kid. All these years I’ve been praying that God would send someone to help my mom. I knew she was getting older and probably not living well on her own. I never imagined that person would be me! Our issues aren’t totally fixed, because this is real life. A relationship is there, but not totally restored. But I’m thankful that I’m able to help my mom at this time in her life when she needs it most.
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