Anyone who knows me knows my mother is my Muse.
You’d expect her post-stroke experience to be one of misery, struggle, and regret, but it isn’t so… She is grateful for life and truly happy…
For too many years I worried about my Mom. I worried over her degree of fulfillment and I wanted her to live a life where she felt consistently motivated to grow from within. Likewise, for too many years, my Mom worried about me, about my choices in life, and the man I was becoming. That’s when her stroke happened, and our lives hit rock bottom. With both of us shattered, we had no choice but to pick up the pieces and help the other rebuild ourselves into people far different than we were before.
I have no desire to relive the past nor do I look to troubled days with fear nor disdain. She and I have so grown and evolved from that soulless cycle of apathy into one of faith, optimism, grace, and wisdom. It has been a dark path to traverse, but the streetlights are back on and we made it home with all the glory!
My Mom is wonderful. She’s brilliant, compassionate, kind, tempered, honest, genuine, selfless, authentic and raw.
She makes me proud every day. It’s finally her world and we’re all just living in it.