I was explaining a recent frustrating conversation with my mother to a friend. As a comparison I said I that talk to Mom about apples and she responds about oranges. There is a problem at her house that is becoming a major problem. I am trying to be helpful, but I’m not sure my help is wanted or appreciated.
My friend’s response was that she heard the love in how I was trying to talk to my mother. That made me tear up.
“We are not called by God to do extraordinary things, but we do ordinary things with extraordinary love.” Jean Vanier
This quote made be cry. I do not feel I am sharing extraordinary love because I get frustrated with my mother. I hate that the aging process is taking Mom’s curiosity and cognitive abilities. I hate that she, once a woman of action, is unable to solve problems. I hate that I can’t fix this problem. I fear the messes my siblings and I will have resolve. I am watching the woman I have known my entire life slowly slip away. I fear losing all of her all together.
I pray for the courage and strength to care for her with extraordinary love