My Mom is 82. We're 1250 miles apart. We talk almost daily, but I've found we've begun playing the same game. That's the game of not discussing things that make the other person worry. Though I constantly talk about how it is important to talk to me about things, I don't practice what I preach... Neither does my Mom...
A few weeks ago she got a bad mammogram, after 2 weeks of testing, they decided it was nothing--- and Mom decided at 82 she's not going to have another one....I support her decision-- she was so frightened. She didn't tell me until the ordeal was over. I want to fuss and yell-'Why are you telling me now???' but instead - my heart breaks and I tell her, 'I'm so sorry for your pain'....
The week before Thanksgiving she comes down with the Shingles-- again doesn't tell me until a month later....blames it on the doctors scaring her with breast cancer-- you and I know the difference, but I don't argue and tell her I wish I could hug her.
The second week in December we have a conversation, she's gloomy and refuses to get a tree.--
"Mom, you don't have to have a tree to celebrate Christmas, you can still decorate without one, Don't miss out on Christmas-- I wish I was closer."
We talk the day after Christmas-- her only brother has passed away at 87.
'I wish he could have lived to be 90-- Daddy lived to be 90".
"But Momma, he was so sick-- he's not hurting now..."
"I guess you are right.."
We discussed our gifts and the fact that she didn't put up a tree. Again.
"Melanie, You didn't make me any Handwork-- you always make me something.."
Truthfully I didn't think she'd notice. She never really comments on my quilting, even when I send photos or gifts...But I realized something-- I can't control medical tests, or take care of her when she's sick, or getting the silly tree -- but I can do handwork (Her word for quilting).. I spent Last Sunday cutting and stitching. I went to Pinterest and found the block named -'Round the corner..' It seemed to fit. And made her a new table topper.
As fate would have it the backing got tucked up in the quilting process. I thought the label would hide most of it.
A recycled gift was addressed and taken to the post office this morning with a handwritten letter. I can't wait for her to get it....
It's about to be a new year -- I tell her 2015 is going to be great...