Our little house was bulging at the seams after the adoption of our second child. It was a beautiful, small home that my husband and I built before we had married. It had many custom features and it sat upon a big hill. Our driveway was very steep. This was great for keeping away the door to door sales people, but not so great for maneuvering small children in and out of the mini-van.
After our youngest baby's first birthday, I took my mom to the doctor. We discovered that her breast cancer had returned with a vengeance . She had seven tumors on her brain and bone cancer. She was sent home with hospice and I stayed with her for the entire six weeks and three days. We set up a hospital bed in her middle bedroom. I made a cot out of two large ottomans and I slept there by her side. I was the one that had to administer her medicines, check her blood sugar and monitor her vital signs. I helped bathe her and change her night gown. I would brush her hair and clean her teeth. The highlight of her day would be when my husband would bring our children for her to see. Her health deteriorated fast. The last few hours were very strange. She could not talk but she was speaking volumes with her eyes! Then she just kind of shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, as if to say " whatever, here I go"! And she was gone.
My brother and sister and I tried to sell our mother's house. Everything in it was out dated. The floors and bathrooms were avocado green. The fixtures were out of style. Long story short was that no one wanted to pay anything for it. My husband and I decided to buy out my siblings part. We sold our beautiful, little house and moved the 25 miles to this older but much larger home.
Our youngest was two by this time. She was talking and into everything. I was trying to get things unpacked. We would paint a room and then decorate and unpack that room. The girls made the front bedroom their room. One day, our little two year old comes running into the living room and says " Mommy! Mommy! There is an angel in my room!" She starts pulling my hand and is very anxious for me to come with her. We get to her room and she starts pointing at the little bit of wall above the curtains and says " See Mommy! See the angel". I did not see anything! She continued to tell me that it was right there. She was really getting mad that I could not see it. I finally just said yes that I saw it. I just needed to get back to work. There was just so much left to do.
The next day, I was still unpacking in the living room. I was putting some pictures on the bookshelf. Our little baby got so excited and started pointing at the picture of my mom and said " See, Mommy! There is that angel" I know that I started crying! Had she seen my mom in her room? How was it that she could see and I could not. What do you think? Did she really see my mom?
After our youngest baby's first birthday, I took my mom to the doctor. We discovered that her breast cancer had returned with a vengeance . She had seven tumors on her brain and bone cancer. She was sent home with hospice and I stayed with her for the entire six weeks and three days. We set up a hospital bed in her middle bedroom. I made a cot out of two large ottomans and I slept there by her side. I was the one that had to administer her medicines, check her blood sugar and monitor her vital signs. I helped bathe her and change her night gown. I would brush her hair and clean her teeth. The highlight of her day would be when my husband would bring our children for her to see. Her health deteriorated fast. The last few hours were very strange. She could not talk but she was speaking volumes with her eyes! Then she just kind of shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes, as if to say " whatever, here I go"! And she was gone.
My brother and sister and I tried to sell our mother's house. Everything in it was out dated. The floors and bathrooms were avocado green. The fixtures were out of style. Long story short was that no one wanted to pay anything for it. My husband and I decided to buy out my siblings part. We sold our beautiful, little house and moved the 25 miles to this older but much larger home.
Our youngest was two by this time. She was talking and into everything. I was trying to get things unpacked. We would paint a room and then decorate and unpack that room. The girls made the front bedroom their room. One day, our little two year old comes running into the living room and says " Mommy! Mommy! There is an angel in my room!" She starts pulling my hand and is very anxious for me to come with her. We get to her room and she starts pointing at the little bit of wall above the curtains and says " See Mommy! See the angel". I did not see anything! She continued to tell me that it was right there. She was really getting mad that I could not see it. I finally just said yes that I saw it. I just needed to get back to work. There was just so much left to do.
The next day, I was still unpacking in the living room. I was putting some pictures on the bookshelf. Our little baby got so excited and started pointing at the picture of my mom and said " See, Mommy! There is that angel" I know that I started crying! Had she seen my mom in her room? How was it that she could see and I could not. What do you think? Did she really see my mom?
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