How many times have we all been told this? In the past two weeks it has become my reality. You see, my mom who has spent these two weeks in the hospital and has become nearly like a 5 year old is actually 67 years old. If I have a stroke at 67 like she did (which I don't plan on doing but if it happens....), I'm 35, which means I'm already half way done! What a freaking call to reality that thought is.
What was amazing is while back at work today, a woman who makes me absolutely crazy normally, we will call her Ben, sent me an email nosing around in my work that she knows how to do soooo much better than I do. Normally this would send me into a tizzy. Today, while taking calls from my dad throughout the day in order to handle things with my mom, that email didn't phase me in the slightest. I had bigger fish to fry. This woman's effect on the larger picture of my life is minimal. This thing with mom just brought the world into perspective. I'm a lot more than what I do.
I have amazing group of friends that I absolutely adore. And any of you that I haven't said this too recently, I love each and every one of you.
Well back to the books for me. I have a midterm on Saturday. After class on Saturday, I'm driving back to Omaha to spend a few days before returning back home.
1 comment:
Okay:
a) we both know you are not comparable to your mother,
and
b) Ben?
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