I don’t think it matter’s how old you are. When you’re upset
it’s okay to feel it. Even though your 29 years old, it’s okay to get upset and
kick and cry on the floor like a kid when things don’t go your way. It’s probably
not going to fix anything, but it may help you deal with it.
Here goes…
My mom has been in a
hospital since March 17th. She/We have spent St. Patrick’s Day, Easter,
Mother’s Day, Memorial Day, Father’s Day and soon to be the 4th of
July away from home. Whether it is in a hospital, rehabilitation home, or
nursing home she has been everywhere except her home.
And I am pissed.
I’m mad that I have to pick up her laundry, aggravated that I have
to pay for parking to visit her and I’m fuming over the fact that in two month’s
I’m getting married and I have no clue where she is going to be. Call it
selfish, call it whatever you want. This is my INSIDE OUT.
Now back to my mom…
How is my mom doing you might ask? Well she’s actually doing
pretty well. I really don’t know how she still has a positive attitude, but she
does. Sure there has been day’s where she has repeatedly told me over and over
again how these placed have terrible food and she’s a customer there, but for
the most part 6 days out of 7 she is laughing. It’s safe to say she hasn’t had a “Girl Interrupted”
moment and is she doing what she can to keep pushing on and doing everything
she can to get out. However, every time
she takes one step forward she moves a few steps back, and THAT’S LIFE.
The plan is for her to leave the hospital yet again this
upcoming Sunday and head back to rehab and then hopefully be back up and
walking her 60 steps so she can finally go home.
In the time she has been gone I have seen the dreadful snow melt,
the hydrangea bloom and the growth of a family. I have quote literally watched the 4 of us (I
haven’t said family of 4 together in a long time) come together and do what we needed
to do to get happy, move forward and celebrate together.
In the course of over 3 months there has been bad days,
where I wanted to lay in bed and feel bad for myself. There has also been exceptionally,
amazing days that I wanted to relive. But, in all the days that have passed I was still
looking for an answer to the questions I had been asking over and over again.
When will things get better?
The real true sign
that things are about to improve came to me on Boylston Street on a Thursday in
June when low and behold a bag piper came walking out of SOLAS: Irish Pub.
Now, I’m not a magician or a psychic (contrary to popular belief)
just a believer.
Sláinte!
