My mother has always been a pillar of strength, both physically and emotionally. I have learned so much from her; how she handles situations with grace and style and always, in perspective.
Last Friday she attended my daughter's play, along with my dad and several other family members. She sat through the performance, only speaking praise for the cast and the sweetness of our girl. But through it all, I knew she was hurting.
She was diagnosed with a compression fracture in her back just days beforehand and I know she has been in a great deal of pain. As always, she put that aside to come and support her granddaughter. Actions truly speak louder than words and hers always say, "You're important. I'm proud of you. I'm so glad you're mine. I love you."
Tuesday I sat in a hospital waiting room with my father and sisters as my mother had back surgery. The pain must have been great or she never would have consented. As I spent time with her throughout that day, I once again saw her strength and her grace. Always a lady, always an optimist. I hope my actions told her clearly: "You're important. I'm proud of you. I'm so glad you're mine. I love you."
May I be half the woman.