Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Matters of the Heart

My mom went in for a check-up earlier this week because she's had that same old nasty cold that won't go away. It's totally normal to feel dizzy and short of breath when you have a cold, right? Enough is enough, she decided, and went into the doctor to beg for the big drugs.

My mom is a strong woman. She's lived and raised her family all over the world. She survived her childhood, married young, sent her husband off to war, got him back again and spent the next forty-some-odd years working hard by his side. She's a humble, make-do sort of person. She learned way too early in life to accept whatever life throws her way and to deal with it the best she could. She buried her husband and the love of her life four and some years ago and then pulled up stakes and moved out west. At a time in life when a lot of her peers were settling into retirement - their golden years - and enjoying grandbabies and gardening, she was starting over. Suddenly single and in a new place - new friends, new work, new fears, new life. My sister and I, we live near enough to her to visit without a plane trip, but not near enough to see her every day.

She's a fiercely intelligent, independent woman and in spite of her sorrows, has made inroads into a new life here in the Pacific Northwest. It has been tough, though, for her adult children - also fiercely independent - to find a way to fit comfortably into her life. I suppose this is the way that it goes when you are suddenly all on your own roads and the Mommy-Daughter dynamic doesn't quite fit. We have all been challenged in our own unique ways over the last several years, and it would seem that the process of growing up never really ends. The bedrock of all of this, however, is mutual faith, love, and respect. These get garbled occasionally in the telling of it, in the showing, but they are there in such a way as can only exist when you know that this woman has poured her heart out over you for the whole of your life in the best ways she knew how.

The shortness of breath? The dizziness? Maybe the cold. But probably also owing to the heart abnormalities the doctor turned up in her check-up on Monday. The EKG showed some troubling issues and an echo-cardiogram is scheduled for this next Monday. My mother, the woman who has lived and made a home on three continents and countless cities, who has survived war and death and poverty and all the things that life has handed her, is scared.

I'm a mother now, too. I understand the sitting up all night with tiny bodies that are not well. I understand the urge to throw myself down in front of these small people to protect them from harm. I understand the madness that overtakes you when you feel like you must get it right, that there are lives at stake. I understand the stone that lives in my gut when I go to bed and count up all the things I have done wrong, the ways I have hurt my little people, the ways I could have done better. I understand that a mother's heart is a complicated and often treacherous place to traverse. I understand that my own mother has done these things for me all my life and that no matter how I have chafed over the years at her methods, they have come from the same wild, instinctual place as my own love for my children.

It is my turn. I am leaving tomorrow to go to my mother. She is the one who needs me now by her side, to be strong for her, to hold her hand, to help her through this scary place. She needs someone there to help her get comfortable, get rested, get organized, to be in charge. I think of the times when I've been really sick over the years, just wanting my Mama to make it better. I fill that role with my own two now and realize that the Mama is there "making it better" while she cowers inside with fear and uncertainty, putting on a brave face for the people who need her most. I have asked my mom to put aside her brave face and let me walk through this with her. Whatever struggles we have in relating to each other as adults, of this one thing I am certain: she has given me her heart over and over again my whole life and I am adult enough to give some of it back when she needs it.

I will be gone for the next week, taking care of matters of the heart. If you are of a mind to, please pray for both of our hearts. They work hard and are sometimes so fragile.

18 comments:

  1. Good thoughts to Mom, nice that you can take off to go be with her.

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  2. You will be in my thoughts....all of you! I hope this hiatus will be brief and that things are on the way to being better soon! I will miss your voice in the meantime! Be brave, be strong!

    PS you put the dynamic of mother-daughter-children so well :'-/

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  3. Hang in there and do what you need to do. Having nursed an ill parent, you shouldn't be anywhere else but by their side. The kids and spouse will be fine.

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  4. You're in my prayers TangledLou. You and yours. God bless.

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  5. you and your mama will both feel better once you're together. safe travels, lou, and take good care of yourself while you're being there for her.

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  6. Warmest, most believing-in-healing prayers for you and your Mom. What an incredible expression of how it feels to be a mother. She's blessed to have you, as I see you are blessed too. xoxo We'll miss you thin week.

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  7. "I have asked my mom to put aside her brave face and let me walk through this with her." You are a good daughter. My prayers follow you as you go to your mom.

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  8. Thinking of you and wishing you all the best. Thanks for taking the time to share yet another beautiful piece that perfectly captures a moment in your life.

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  9. Prayers for strength and courage and hope and healing, for you both.

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  10. Praying for you and your mom. So glad you are able to be there for her.

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  11. YOU KNOW those heart things a pretty darn near normal now a days. if it is the machine,ie the heart, well they can fix it. a few drugs, maybe a pacemaker. then another fifty years. it is called getting older in these modern times.

    i am not to say not to worry, fixing it might cost a few bucks, but odds are it is just a matter of a tune up.

    experience talking here.

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  12. What a beautiful description of your mom. Love and light and prayers to you all.

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  13. The waiting is so hard. As the oldest sister, I've been the one to sit with our Mom in the Cardiologist's office, holding her hand as tight as she held mine. My prayers are will you all.

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  14. Saying prayers now and wishing your family the best. It sounds like you have quite the mom.

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  15. Thanks to all of you for your thoughtful, kind words.

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