Mothers Day

She wore her winter coat in the restaurant, her body temperature isn't what it used to be. When she walks, she trips and stumbles, she can't lift her feet like she used to. When she stands, she is bent over, she can't stand straight like she used to. When she talks, she speaks her thoughts, she can't follow conversations like she used to.

But she wishes love and peace for her family, just as much as she used to. She wishes for face to face family networking, but is frustrated over geographical barriers. She is frustrated over the loss of her independence and is scared what the future in a nursing home represents. And I am frustrated over my inability to be all that I would like to be for her.

Moms are larger than life, without their love for us, how would we ever learn how to love others.