A phone call came from “Big A” as I was getting ready for Bible Study this morning. He sounded sick or in pain. I immediately went into “mom” mode, because this was uncharacteristic. My very independent sons rarely ask me for help with anything. Even since elementary school, they just did their homework on their own. After about fifth grade, their math was way beyond me anyway…
Hearing a voice of need set me into motion. I have to admit panic set in for a moment, considering the fact that there has been quite a few “incidents” in my immediate and extended families lately. I prayed to myself, “Calm down, he probably just has a bad cold, or his car broke down or something!” The words I heard were more important to me than anything else in the world at that particular moment.
Moms are fiercely in love with their children.
An intense back pain shooting down into both of his legs. Of course mom would be there asap and drive him to the urgent care facility. After arrival and being taken into a back room, I was sitting alone as he had requested. Among many other things, I prayed for the doctors again, that they would understand the necessity of accuracy and empathy considering our family history. There has been so many things happening lately which I will be able to explain more as time goes on.
That everyone would understand the importance. This has been a prayer of mine for every emergency or urgent care visit for many years. But this time, he had to be his own advocate. I wasn’t in the room to watch the medical personnel like hawks, reading every name and asking questions about every step they took with my “boy.”
Texting family and friends much of the wait time kept my mind busy. After about an hour, he texted me. He confirmed that he had two shots in his hips and had checked the meds out online from his phone. I hadn’t reminded or begged him. The wrinkled envelope containing my list stayed in between the kleenex and the billfold in my purse. I was very proud of him.
Modern technology. Another lesson to have more trust in my son, and in God.
After another 45 minutes he hobbled to the car. After picking up a couple more prescriptions with a promise that he would also check those out, he could settle in his recliner back in his own home.
It’s a different season of motherhood, but I am thankful that we live close enough that I could help when there was a need.
A prayer of thanksgiving.
The wind blew angry looking clouds around today, rain and sleet were dreary… but a mother’s love is fierce in any season…
What season are you in and how have you handled tough days?