1/15/05

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There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.
They are messengers of ovewhelming grief…..
and unspeakable love.
 

(Washington Irving)
 

This week didn’t go by fast enough, and now that the weekend is here, it seems like it’s half gone already. I wonder why it happens like that. As people retire from work, I find myself wishing it were me. The thought of putting in 7 more years is hard to accept at times. But, I have a goal. (Have I said that before?)  🙂

 

Last week Friday I treated myself to some highlights. I was sitting in the salon chair with this cap over my head, strands of hair pulled out and gooped up with highlighter, when my cell phone rang. I couldn’t get to it, but I figured it was Annie. I think she’s the only one who knew where I was. Once the cell stopped ringing the shop phone rang.   I chuckled as I told my hairdresser that it must be for me. It was. Annie said she didn’t want to alarm me, but Justin’s employer was trying to get a hold of me. He’d fell at work and went into convulsions. He also split his head open and was bleeding badly. An ambulance was taking him to the hospital. We did a quick shampoo and I was on the road. As it turns out, I arrived at the same time as the ambulance. We spent several hours in ER, and preliminary results showed no probable cause for the seizure. When we were alone in the room, before any testing, he looked up at me and said, “I’m sorry mom.” And a tear ran down his cheek. I know what he meant. I can’t even write what it is that mom believes probable cause is.  He knows, and I’m fairly certain I do too.

 

He was released with orders to go to the clinic Monday for further testing. He stayed with me over the weekend. We watched movies together, and I even watched a football game with him. He left sometime Monday after I went to work.

 

Being a mother isn’t always fun, and easy, is it? Being a mom, especially for adult children, means that sometimes you can’t say a word. Sometimes you just have to be there. But the important thing is, that you be there.

 

On a lighter note, Annie and I are going to take a little road trip today on this wintery winter day. Right now, it’s only –3º. That’s warm compared to yesterday, and tonight is supposed to dip below –15º. My original plan was to stay INDOORS today, since I did enoug

h errands yesterday. But how can I turn down a road trip? Ok, but TOMORROW . . . . . I’m staying in.