I am going to be 48 next month. And at least through December of this year, there was something I had to do otherwise I would fear the wrath of Mom. And that was call her at certain times.
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| Mom's Entry in my Phone |
There were times I stayed late at work - sometimes it was because something was going on at work and I had to be there. Sometimes it was to attend an online meeting because it was quieter than trying to be at the same meeting at home. Before I left campus, I had to call home to let Mom know I was coming home.
There were times I headed down to White Plains for Conference meetings. Usually by the time I got there I only had time for a quick text to my sister, asking her to relay the message that I got to my destination okay. But when that wasn't possible, there were quick calls home to let Mom know I was there okay. And there were always calls once I got on the highway to let her know I was on my way home.
When I returned to choir or was at church for a meeting, there was always a call when I was on my way home.
Oh, and when I returned home from 1-day treks to Cape Cod to help Mom get herself up there or drive her and Dad around to places that they couldn't find, there was a call once I got home to let Mom know I made it home okay.
This went on until she was admitted in the hospital in January.
I don't know if it seemed weird to me because I lived in the house with her or what. But for years I found it slightly annoying.
Until late last week. When it hit me that all Mom was doing was showing that she cared about me.
And I found I really missed being able to call her to let her know I was somewhere or that I was headed home. Not that I'm able to get out as much as I used to.
The rest of my family cares about me - but there was just something different about the connection we had when I made those calls.
I miss that caring.
I miss my Mom.
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