Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sitting at her Feet

I'm sitting at her feet.

And words cannot express how comforting it is to be next to my mom's hospital bed.

She is sleeping. Sleeping and Snoring.

Her breathing is labored.

I waited 14 days to place my bum in this rigid chair. 14 days too long.

Surrounding my chair is the bare space mom studied not long ago. It's chillingly familiar but I'm comforted by the fact that I'm only an arm's reach away rather than the alternative - hundred's of miles away.

I am thankful for this moment.
Thankful that I am here.
Thankful that I can just be.

Be with my mom, sitting at her feet.


  1. I wish I could give you a big, long, well-overdue hug. Guess I'll just have to send one virtually! PLEASE let me know if there's something I can do to comfort you somehow. In my thoughts...

  2. This brought tears to my eyes. I remember the exact same thoughts and feelings from when my Dad was ill. I am so glad you had this time with your Mom. Praying for you both!

  3. I am sure she was so very happy to have you there just sitting at her feet too.