… you may not actually have living children, you couldn’t have children for whatever reason, you had miscarriages, you don’t have children but are working towards children through adoption or surrogacy, elected to interrupt a pregnancy through termination for medical reasons … and of course, happy mother’s day to all of YOU who have an actual child (or children).
AND most importantly, let’s not forget the fur baby mommas either (moms to kitties, pooches, rabbits, hamsters, etc.)!
I must say, after three hours with my sweet niece and nephew I’m not feeling sad about not having children of my own today. My niece is a girl through-and-through and I am enjoying watching her grow and become her own little person each year. The same applies to my nephew … and he is a complete boy — killing bugs, kicking things and wanting to (play) fight.
I am a wimp. I am completely exhausted after playing and helping watch these two little beings today. Our house is
not exactly completely not child proofed … cat proofed yes.
Where did my niece find the huge sharp scissors I’ve lost for months? Why did my niece think grabbing onto a huge mirror while it swung precariously on the wall was a good idea? Where did the piece of gum go that my niece was chewing? Why did my nephew insist on collecting ant eggs from the yard and putting them in a baggie bringing them in our house? Where, oh, where is that piece of chocolate my nephew dropped and lost? Why did they think screaming and yelling, “KITTIES!” at the top of their lungs would actually endear my cats and not scare the living bejeebers out of them, even after we — the entire family — told them to approach the meowmers slowly speaking softly if they wanted to pet them? Why did my niece, who is four, insist that my cats opened a locked door and were hiding in there? Why after washing their hands in the bathroom sink does it look like a water main broke? Why do my niece and nephew have so much endless extreme energy?
I’m tired even after writing this. Just how do moms (and dads) deal with this day in, day out, day in, day out, day in AND day out?
Seriously, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, mothers!
If your children are grown you have survived a war, if your children are growing, how do you find time to even begin to care for your self? My best friend and sister-in-law are completely off the hook when they don’t call me back right away or even sometime soon — I’ve told them, “You have kids, that’s ALL you need to say.”
I am not having child envy one bit, but I am appreciating all the hard and tiresome and boring and fun and interesting and fulfilling tasks it is to BE a mom. But I will appreciate this from the Auntie stance.
Just how does this post relate to hysterectomy you ask? I lived in my mom’s uterus for about 9 months. This is a tribute to both my formation house (AKA my mom’s uterus) and the woman who created me. My mom is not alive today; the following letter details her last moments of life.
A letter from the past
April 8th, 2009
I am sad to say this but my mom died. She was 76 years old. My mom had not been well for some time. She was on Hospice care for just over one year — a long time for Hospice patients! She had COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) AKA emphysema and FTT (failure to thrive) … and yes, FTT is a real diagnosis. She gradually lost weight over the last few years with her final weight was around 49 pounds.
All say, ‘How hard it is that we have to die’ — a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~ Mark Twain
She finally succumbed to pneumonia, old man’s friend as the Hospice nurse told my dad and me after she talked to us after arriving to my parent’s house shortly after she died. She was unable to swallow the large antibiotic pills for the pneumonia. My mom wanted no heroic measures to save her. She wanted no feeding tube, no IVs and definitely no ventilator. Apparently, pneumonia is called old man’s friend because left untreated, the sufferer often lapses into a state of reduced consciousness, slipping peacefully away in their sleep, giving a dignified end to a period of often considerable suffering.
Death, a friend alone that can bring the peace his treasures cannot purchase, and remove the pain his physicians cannot cure. ~ Mortimer Collins
I am very happy I was able to spend my mom’s last day with her. I didn’t know it would be her last day, but I knew I needed to leave work and make the four-hour drive to my parents home. My husband was wonderfully supportive throughout this time.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance. ~ Marcel Proust
When I arrived at my parents house, I walked in and saw a blanket on the couch. I didn’t see my mom thinking she was in her bedroom, but then my father encouraged me to go see her on that couch. I looked over seeing her so tiny, the worst she had ever looked. There really are no words to describe seeing your parent helpless, small and frail.
I sat with her, with a fear to touch her because I didn’t want to hurt her or make anything worse. The brightness had vanished from her once vibrant blue eyes. That spark was gone and I knew in my heart it wasn’t coming back.
Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame. ~ George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage
She was wearing her oxygen, sitting up, eyes half open along with her mouth agape — simply breathing. She spoke in a whispery way, difficult to understand most of it. She told me she loved me several times. I brushed her hair, washed her face and hands. I put drops in her sunken holes for eyes. I sat with her asking repeatedly if she was in any pain. She didn’t indicate to me she was hurting. She felt hot; I took her temperature. She had a fever. My dad went to the store to buy liquid Tylenol (acetaminophen).
I got to talk to her without any interruption. I told her I was sad and that Dad was too, but that we would be okay. I thanked her for everything she did for me. I told her I loved her and didn’t want her to hurt. Sometimes her eyes opened as though she was struggling to be more conscious.
My dad returned with the liquid Tylenol (acetaminophen). I measured it out, giving it to her in a minuscule oral syringe. My dad was happy feeling he was doing something for her because he hadn’t been able to feed her for a few days as she had stopped eating. My dad got down on himself, something I’d never seen before, by saying he wasn’t doing anything for her. I reminded him that he left his job to care for her and he was doing everything he could to care for her. My dad truly loved my mom … he still does.
Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. ~ Viktor Frankl (1905-1997)
I gave my mom a breathing treatment. I was so thankful to be a nurse and know what to do for her medically. My dad made dinner for the two of us and we ate together in silence. After dinner, we returned to sit with her in the living room on the couch. I thought about painting her nails the next day. I had plans for her. But, of course, life … or death in this case …. is what happens when you make plans.
No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. ~ Euripides
I asked her again if she had pain; she indicated she did. My dad got her medications and I mixed the morphine in a little water administering it to her in that tiny syringe. Next, I gave her her sleeping pill in the same fashion. We repositioned her, made her comfortable as possible while snuggling her up with a soft stuffed toy bunny. It was now 8:30 pm. My dad and I stayed around her, talking to each other until about 10 pm when we both went to bed. My dad and I were both emotionally and physically exhausted, both having had a sleepless previous night.
My dad kissed her goodnight and told her he loved her. My dad made his bed on the floor next to her on the couch so he could be with her helping her in any way. I went to my old bedroom and fell fast asleep.
At one in the morning I awoke for some unknown reason. I got up to get some water. As I walked pass my mom sleeping on the couch I heard her sleeping heartily, even snoring. I was happy she was getting some good sleep. I went back to bed and about two in the morning I heard a knock on my bedroom door; it was my dad telling me to come look at Mom. His eyes were watering.
I hurried from my bedroom, going over to her instantly knowing she was gone. My dad cried. I cried. She was gone and that was it. She never had to worry any more. She never had to feel pain again. She died in her own home the way she wanted with grace, dignity, love and care.
Death may be the greatest of all human blessings. ~ Socrates
My dad called the Hospice nurse who came over and did the closing activities, like talking to us, placing my mom’s now relaxed body into a straightened position, counting the narcotics and calling the funeral home. Two large men from the funeral home came, lifting my little mommy onto the gargantuan stretcher. It was weirdly ridiculous — two strong men sharing the weight of less than 50 pounds. When they left, I touched the couch where she once was craving to feel any warmth her body had left.
My dad and I talked. We didn’t go back to bed. We called my brother later that morning to let him know that Mom was gone. He cried. It’s so sad when someone you love dies.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~ Madame de Stael
My mom wanted to be cremated having her ashes spread over the Texas Hill country … somewhere with a pretty view. My brother was not with her during her last days, but on the day I came down, before I arrived, my dad spent time showing my mom all my brother’s childhood photos. So, in a way, she did get to be with her son at the end.
Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a … cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody. ~ J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 1945
The next day when I talked to my brother, he said he wondered where to put mum’s ashes. (He called her mum — she was English and he was also born in the UK.) He wondered if he should put her ashes in a river, and I reminded him that it might not be a good idea since she couldn’t swim! He laughed. I laughed. We laughed together.
There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn’t get worse every year. ~ author unknown
My dad is doing well with this loss. It’s sad because she died, but also because she died on their 44th wedding anniversary as well. One of the saddest things has been for me to see my dad cry. He’s an emotionally strong happy man, so this was a different experience for me … and I’m sure for him as well.
Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life. ~ Albert Einstein
My mom loved Princess Diana … this quote is specifically for her:
I’m aware that people I have loved and have died, are in the spirit world looking after me. ~ Princess Diana