Hope I didn't sound too cynical about Mother's Day. I suppose I just have a lot of pent up emotions and it doesn't take much to push me over the edge. I've discovered that in order to keep from having a breakdown over Jerry, I need to keep things on an even keel, pace myself, and stay upbeat. Yesterday was NOT one of those days. We had gone up to Raleigh for grandparent's day then decided to stay through the weekend. My sons- in- laws are great guys and really do a good job at making their wives feel appreciated. (They probably have learned that it's to their own benefit to keep their wives are happy. Ha!) Anyway, we did the breakfast thing, the church thing, the lunch thing, the playground with the kids thing and by 1:30 I was ready to get back to Emerald Isle. The best part for me was when we were all sitting in a row, singing in church. That's all that matters to me. When we visit our old church, I am always humbled by the overwhelming welcome we receive from our old friends. Sniff! There are so many caring people in this world and many of these folks we've known for years and years. It was a warm fuzzy moment that I wished I could savor forever.
By the time, lunch was over I could see my daughters dragging Jerry by the hand over to the playground where the kids were. Jerry was walking with a slow and hesitant gate and wasn't looking too good. It was time to get this poor confused man home. As we started settling down on the drive home, I noticed there was a message left on my phone. It was from my son from California. Then it happened. I listened to the sweetest Mother's Day message on my voicemail. It was enough to make me stop the car and sob. (You would have thought I was PMSing!) STOP ALL THIS GOODNESS! I CAN"T HANDLE IT!
While these types of days are wonderful, they are also very hard. Emotions run rampant, confusion runs rampant, and fatique runs rampant. (Just a word of caution for those of you have experienced days like this. )
Anyway, "it's all good." Nothing that a good night's sleep can't cure. Remember, HIS mercies are new every morning. (I'll fill you in on "the rest of the story" tomorrow.)