My mom has never been the traditional mother who you’d find in the house doing the traditional mom roles. You would find my mom outside in the corral feeding cows or driving a tractor in the field or hauling buckets of grain or driving a wheat truck during harvest or mowing for hours on the farm. The days started early and often finished late for mom and dad.
Mom will be 81 years old in a few weeks and the last few years have been difficult for her. She had extensive back surgery two years ago followed up with a neck surgery and a second back surgery just days ago. Her body is failing and the knowledge of that is taking a toll on her, both physically and mentally. She’s carrying around a tiredness nowadays that also brings sadness to her once spunky attitude. She tries to stay positive and keep an upbeat attitude but it’s becoming more and more difficult for her. Pain in her bones and a great amount of arthritis are consuming her days now.
The changes in the abilities to do favorite activities are dashing her hope of returning to ‘normal’. It makes me sad to watch the adjustments she’s forced to make. She thinks of days gone by and the things she did that she’s no longer able to manage.
It makes me somber and heavy hearted each time I visit her and see the flicker in her eyes faded ever so slightly since my last visit.