Yesterday was the big day...my birthday. So it was no surprise that my Mom called me to wish me a happy birthday and to remind me she was in labor for 33 hours etc.etc. Then she told me the latest news regarding her health.
That afternoon, right after lunch she was sending Pop upstairs for his afternoon nap while she had plans to attend a memorial service and ....she could not get up. The pain was excruciating across her right thigh.
The Lord above has a way of looking out for my Mom. She was able to reach friends (retired Nuns...?) who came to her assistance and took her to the Doctor. Diagnosis? More than likely bursitis or tendentious. A shot of cortisone was given and some new miracle drugs and she is much, much better.
A while back my youngest sister (15 years my junior, the alpha and the omega) and I were having a discussion about my Mom and the noticeable changes in her (as she is in her 70's). I began to realize that my sister did not venerate my Mom like I do. She even went so far as to say that she felt somehow cheated ......because Mom had so many interests, obligations and hobbies outside our family. P. went so far as to say Mom was not a great role model for her.
I was flabbergasted! When I came of age in the 1970's and women's lib was a big thing, it was already accepted in my family. Mom had a career outside her family. She has a Masters Degree in Library Science and was running the county library and the Catholic School library. She was involved in everything that was important. Civil Rights, Children's rights, Catholic issues, poverty just to name a few.
She is my hero. I need to thank her more than just on my Birthday. The biggest gift she gave me after life, was the knowledge that you can do anything. If a first generation Irish kid like herself could realize her dreams, I need to understand she paved the way for me. And all women who came after her.
I wish my sister could see it that way.