I love my Mommy. Even now, as a grown woman with a family of her own, I still tend to call my own Mom ‘Mommy’ in times of stress.
My Mother is going into surgery today for her back, and I can’t be there for her. Well, I could have, but my Mom chose to have me come the following week when she would be home and needed ‘grandkid cheer me up’ as she was recuperating in bed.
So today I sit on my hands and wait and pray until the phone call comes that the surgery is finished and was successful. And all I can think of is…
I love my Mommy.