I got a phone call the other day. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I had a
head cold, so I could not pick up Mom and had called The Home, asking them to
let her know. Missing church is one of
my least favourite things; missing church with my Mom, even more-so. As the
letter to the Hebrews states: “And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of His(Jesus) return is drawing near” (Hebrews 10:25). Hands down, Christian fellowship is absolutely
vital. I need others to encourage, teach
and love me! Our church motto: ‘Love
God. Love others. Serve both.’
That phone call was from The Home: “Your Mom…” I waited for a split second, dreading the
next word. Instead: “Your Mom wants to speak
with you.” What a relief! Mom: “And how are you feeling?” Me: “I have a nasty cold.” Mom: “I could come
over for a while and give you a hand, since you are sick.” That was the most
bittersweet of phone calls! Tears
came. Even though I am approaching
sixty, my Mom will always be my Mom.
Being on the phone is not easy for her, as she needs more
visual cueing because of dementia and had needed a little foam ring on our home
phone so her hearing aid would not squeal when she listened. We opted not to have a private phone, at The
Home. Not to be deterred, she asked staff
to assist her, to offer her help…saying the same thing 5 times in 5 minutes. I
was okay with that. Some things bear
repeating. Even though we missed meeting
with church family, I was grateful for the gift of Alexander Graham Bell and I
knew my church family was praying for me and for my Mom.
