I love the hustle and bustle of Christmas. I love looking for bargains all year long that will make great Christmas presents. I love decorating, baking, wrapping, etc. etc.
This year, however, I was blessed with the need to slow it down. My Mom called one day and asked if I would pick up some medicine for her. I could hear that she was pretty sick and so offered to stay with her overnight and take the next day off of work. In the middle of the night I woke to the sound of her calling me and found that she had fallen. We called 911 and the ambulance came and took her to the ER while I drove to meet her there. They did a very thorough work up and found that she was not injured from her fall, but that she had a terrible respiratory infection that would take at least a couple of weeks to heal. The doctor admitted her for the day, but then let her go with the promise from us that we would not leave her alone for at least 2 weeks.
So, I called my most local siblings and we made a schedule of who could be with her when, around the clock. I found my time with her to be a very sacred experience. We watched a lot of the BYU channel together including many Christmas movies. We had nice conversations. We both took naps, and as her symptoms began to get better we both began sleeping really well. She is a very independent person, but will also accept help when she knows she needs it, and so I made her meals and did some light cleaning. Helping her out in that way was an honor and a privilege.
When my sister came to relieve me it was hard to go. I had so much to do at home - stuff that I wanted to do, like find all the Christmas presents I had bought some time ago but lost somewhere in the basement. And even though Luke is pretty independent himself, yet not home alone this whole time, I still felt the need to go back and mother him. And I knew my Mom was in good hands with my sister. But like i said, for some reason, it was hard to leave. It had been a sacred and peaceful experience being with her all that time. So I had several days at home and then my shift came around again. I tried not to think about all I had to do to get ready for Christmas and all the kids being home. I walked into my mom's place and got to slow down again. It was wonderful.
Now life is pretty much back to normal for the both of us. She is happy that this was a temporary illness and that she can be independent again. But I am determined to spend more time with her than I used to - for her sake yes, but definitely for mine.