I saw my mother today. You know, the one that I lost a couple of years ago? I was sick Sunday night and a bit of Monday morning, although the morning was more exhaustion from the night before. Anyway, I got mom up for breakfast, told her I was sick and she had the choice of going back to bed or staying up. Thankfully, she chose bed. At noon we got up and once again I gave her the choice. I said I was sick and was going to bed. She looked at me and said "I'm your mother, I'm supposed to take care of you". I stopped on my way out of the room and looked at her. Bless her. If she had been in any physical state to do so, I would have let her. But as it is I would have had to stay up and supervise. But just for those few minutes our roles were reversed once more, I the child who was sick; she the mother who would take care of me.
I saw my mother today - and she wanted to take care of me.