It was a busy day yesterday with helping out with New Teacher Orientation at my school, going to my mom's rent house to make sure the new AC unit got put in and visiting my mom. My mom's health has been declining since December and she's now receiving hospice care at home. She was diagnosed with many issues last December when I took her to the hospital after seeing how weak she had gotten in just a few weeks. The biggest issue ended up being a diagnosis of bile duct cancer which she (surprisingly) opted to have surgery on when there were no other options available for treatment.
My mom isn't the type to give up but with this she had her fourth cancer diagnosis and she initially was adamant about not having surgery (she's never recovered from it well). While I'm glad she's fought as long as she has for her health and to see my brother, me and her grand kids grow up I know she's ready to relax, be at peace and not be in pain anymore.
I'm focusing on her for this post because she really has been the most influential on my career and has been a fantastic mother and a great mentor for my teaching practices at the same time.
My mom got her degree in counseling and ended up getting her PhD in child and adolescent development. She always said she would have become a psychiatrist if her and my dad hadn't gotten into it so many times when he was trying to help her with her math classes. (She wasn't the best at math while my dad was a wiz!)
Growing up I saw my mom impact so many lives as an LPC and as a high school counselor at alternative schools while also teaching college classes. She has always been someone I could go to and speak to about my personal struggles as well as my struggles in the classroom or with students and she knew exactly what to say. She also gave me so many tips and tricks for working with difficult students or coworkers and helping students with learning disabilities. She was also the big reason I finally went to grad school (she told me she was going to go travel with the money she had saved for me for grad school if I didn't start ASAP, LOL). She has always known how to push me just enough and encouraged my curiosity and desire to further my education and help others in their pursuit for knowledge.
We were talking last night when I was reading a message to her from an old family friend and we both started tearing up at it. The conversation went something like this:
Mom: "Haha!! I'm not the only one that gets teary eyed at this!"
Me: "I'm getting teared up because Liz has lost her folks and she is trying to comfort me through this."
Mom: "This is what I'm going to miss the most. The people that I've grown to know and love. I'm just sad that I won't be in their lives anymore."
Me: "Mom, you're always going to be in their lives. You've touched so many people, helped so many people and been a rock for so many for so long that you're always going to be in their lives, even when you aren't physically there you're spirit will be with them. So don't be sad about that."
Mom: "You're right. When did you finally grown up and become so mature?"
(Note: I'm about to turn 35 and I'm the baby of the family. So I didn't have to start maturing and taking care of family stuff until recently.)
So that's it for this post, I promise the rest won't be as sad and sappy!
|From before the wedding when she had just zipped up my dress. And that's my baby crib behind us.|