Tuesday, July 7, 2009

When I was born, you cared for me - with hope. The changing of my nappies, washing and feeding of me was with the joy of knowing it would not be forever.

You never thought, while caring for me, helpless and dependent, that some day, your care would be in my hands.

You have been a dear and wise mother, and more, a very dear friend. You have the gift of listening and not lecturing. You have let me find my own path and not tried to force me to walk on your pathway. Thank you.

Caring for you is hard, not because you are difficult, but because even in the care, I am also grieving the loss of my MOM, my beloved mentor and one whose love has blessed me throughout my life.