My mom called me last night and left a message while I was at the movies. My mom hasn't called me in 3 years. So this was an event of enormous proportions.
When Camille was here over Christmas I had her change my phone to play one of my favorite Jackson Browne songs, "These Days", for people to hear while they wait for me to answer. Mom's first thing said in the message she left: "What are you playing that sexy music for, you're too old for that." And then she went on to thank me for the flowers I sent to her last week, tell me that she now has that thing where she shakes (while I was thinking the DT's she went onto say Parkinson's), and at the end she stumbled quite a bit as I know she had "I love you" on the tip of her tongue but just couldn't allow it past her lips. So she said, "Pray for me."
I'm going to see her in March along with every member of my family. We've arranged a reunion of sorts, my brother and I, to get both of her children and all of her grandchildren and great grandchildren together. This hasn't happened in many years. We're hoping to cheer her up and I personally, want to re-evaluate and get a feel for what is needed there. I'm considering moving home to care for her during this final phase of her life.
She is my mom. And I love her in spite of herself.