I have always been close to my mother. She was my very first friend, and later, my very first enemy. Being Mom is a tough job, and once again, we are close friends.
We worked side by side. When I ran a day care, both of my parents came for lunch every day. The children loved seeing them! Fourteen and a half years ago (Christmas morning) my father passed away, and then my Mom came to my house alone. She needed a place to help out, and my day care provided her a wonderful place.
We walked side by side. Every morning at 5, we would spend half an hour side by side on tread mills. I would run, and she would walk beside me. We would talk about the weather, politics and family. We talked her through the loss of my Dad. Later, when my ex-husband left me, she talked me though that valley. We talked and we walked side by side. Three years later when I left the area to marry John, she cried. She would have to walk alone.
We sewed side by side. When my oldest son was about to get married, I had a crazy idea; let's make a quilt for Sam & Divine! It worked out great for me. Mom and I worked on it every Tuesday night. She also worked on it every morning, and many afternoons. The quilt came out beautifully because of my mother's hard work. Over the years, we have made many quilts. With each new quilt, I worked more, and my mother worked less. Her eyesight is going, and it was time for me to do more.
We talk side by side. Every day at 3, I give my Mom a call. We live over 70 miles apart, but when we talk, we are side by side in heart and mind. "How are you today Mom?" is a question that she answers in a different way every day. She tells me family secrets, hopes and fears. I know that she looks forward to the phone call as much as I do. I have been making these calls for the past 10 years, and have missed only 5-6 days. While I make the call for her benefit, I sure do feel good after spending time side by side with my Mamma.