Mother's Day

Sunday is Mother’s Day and I ask you to allow me to become a little sentimental.

I had some extra sky miles and so a couple months ago I few up to Virginia to see my Mom. She’s in an assisted living situation that is located in a very rural area. While is it is a great facility, there are no towns with in 15 miles. I have a sister who lives approximately 20 miles away and takes care of Mom as much as she can. However, there are many days and hours that Mom is left alone except for the other occupants. My visit with her went very well. She didn’t know I was coming and was elated when I walked into the room. She gave me a hug and a kiss that only a mom could give. I spent most of the day with her sharing pictures of the family and church members. She seemed to enjoy looking at grandchildren and great grandchildren, asking questions about various family members. When I left to fly back home I had an emptiness inside. What would it be like to be stuck in a building with no family around, and now ability to go anywhere? I’ll have to say it hurt me to leave. Before I left Mom, there was one thing she said and always says to me every time we talk.

“Phillip (always Phillip, not Phil), I’m proud of you.”

That is heartwarming and challenging. Heart warming in that a man’s greatest fan club is his parents, and challenging in that now I have to live up to it. I came away thinking I don’t want to disappoint my Mom. It’s great accountability. I thank God for my Mom. She’s the greatest.