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Tonight, I went to my Mom’s house for dinner … with her stomach all bandaged up, she STILL managed to warm up some quiche, steam some broccoli, and set her brand, new dining table (the one my brother and I bought earlier this week).

I made her laugh — which made her hurt (in her stomach). (So, does this make me a good daughter or a bad one?! :))

I wasn’t in the best of moods when I first arrived, but by the time I left, I was so glad I’d taken the time to go over and sit down to a meal with her.

Sometimes, since she’s been having some health problems, it’s been all I could do to just keep up with the hospital stuff, talking with doctors, taking care of her cats and house, going to the pharmacy, grocery store, yada, yada, on top of managing my own work and life (and yikes — I don’t even have kids; I have NO clue how women with kids hold their lives together!). I’ve often been so bone-tired and stressed by all the work in my office that was going undone, that even just sitting with her for simple conversation seemed out of the question.and not much time at all for simply enjoying her.

Tonight I did that; and it was fun.

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Posted on January 21st, 2010Comments RSS Feed
7 Responses to Family fun …
  1. Definately a great daughter who will never have regrets..!

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  2. Ah, thanks for the vote of confidence, Joan! :)

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  3. Definately a kind and thoughtful daughter,a bit sadistic for making her laugh, but I give u a 5 candy cane review as u would put it!

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  4. The best gift you can give someone, MC, is your time. My former boss/friend/mentor is what brought me to Sarasota for all those years. As he aged, I helped and came down 4x/years initially. At the point I was tending to his affairs, I’d fly down Friday morning and return Sunday night to get back to work here. I did all the “right” things regarding business and health and paperwork. But he asked for more of my time, more of “me,” meaning more of my friendship. To offer that, it meant I did paperwork on the plane and more in Mpls. After he passed, I wept during the four years it took down there to tidy up his estate. When they’re gone, they’re gone for good, and five years later, I am forever changed.

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  5. I agree — time is the most important thing. Just being there. Sometimes it’s hard to keep that in mind when you’re faced with all the things that have to be done. But you’re right — those things aren’t anywhere near as important as the people.

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  6. Albany is happy that your Momz is doing well –

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  7. Hey, Scott B!! Thanks for reading the blog and commenting … come back anytime … and stay warm way up there in Albany.

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