1 01 2015
Three Generations (I love mom making a silly face)

Three Generations (I love mom making a silly face). Spring 2014

I’ve seen the abundance of New Year’s resolutions and nonresolutions floating around social media. The idea that resonated with me was to pick one word for your New Year. On this grey and cold January morning I pick the word Transitions.

I spent a rare New Year’s Eve with my 24-year-old baby girl. My sweetheart fell asleep early and that left my daughter and me deep in talk as one year transitioned to another. In sparkly hats and glasses of wine, we talked of her childhood, of her teen years when her father and I divorced. She and I talked of the uniqueness that we are both only children and how close that makes us since we don’t have siblings to remember our lives with. We talked honestly of her grandmother, who is slowly slipping away from us. My daughter told me that watching me with my mom has taught her how to be a daughter.

We’ve watched my mom grow frailer over the last year with three different visits to the hospital. But it’s just over the last few weeks that her mind has slipped away along with her strength. We knew when she told us that her 90-year-old boyfriend was building something with batteries that she thought was a bomb—it was his hearing aid—that something had fundamentally changed in her mental state.

It was just a few weeks ago that she told me how much she appreciated me and how important it was to her that I was always honest with her and was always there for her. I grew up with unconditional love from both my parents. Our roles shifted after my father died and I became my mom’s caregiver. Her compliments became rare and there was often a bite in her conversation to me. I took her compliment as the gift it was.

My baby girl is going to boomerang home next month. She’s determined to save all her pennies and take off to Chicago this summer. I support and even encourage her following her dreams, just as my parents did for me when I flew out of the nest.

I will hold this last holiday season tightly to my heart, all of us together enjoying each other’s company. I will find the gifts the universe sends in the transitions the New Year will bring to my life. I will also allow myself to grieve for things that are no more. I know there will be bumps in my 2015 journey and I also know there will be unexpected gifts.

Joy will always shine out. Happy New Year.

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6 responses

1 01 2015
Cathy Chester

Beautiful, Connie. Simply lovely. Hold those good thoughts in your heart.

Watching our parents age forces us to make changes in how we think and see the world. We are no longer the child. I am sorry your mom is making such changes, but she knows she’s surrounded in love just as she surrounded you with the same. And your daughter is the chief beneficiary of your fine example of being the gem that you are.

Hold tight, Connie. Because the Universe will answer you with great things ahead for you. I just know it.

1 01 2015

Thank you for your kind words. I know your year has been one of hard transitions too. You were in my thoughts as I wrote this. I hope your 2015 is full of joy.

2 01 2015

Challenging and beautiful, I love the title of your post, your word. Yes, things will be different for you, for your daughter, and mother, and it will feel very odd, even be painful, but I firmly believe, in the end, things will be okay. Best of luck to you in this upcoming year.

4 01 2015

Thanks Beverly, I’ve just spent the weekend with my mom in the hospital. She’s better today, but continues to slip away from me.

3 01 2015

Your acceptance and now embrace of transition moves me. I have been where you are as a daughter and mother. Being accepting helps, but it cannot make the tender pain any less real. My heart is with you and I am sending light and strength to you.

3 01 2015

Thanks for your kind words. I almost didn’t post this story because I was/am looking to this new year with such trepidation over the changes I see ahead, but I know that I am not alone. Your comments moved me and brought tears to my eyes.

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