As a child, you made sure I was fed, clothed and safe. You sacrificed and did without so that we could have enough. You were up to catch the 4:30am bus, to go to a job with long hours and hard labour to provide for us. You told me to be careful when I ran down the street, put a band-aid on my knee and cradled me in your arms when I didn’t listen and wiped out from a bad fall. You held my hand as we crossed the street. You held my hand as a newly walking baby to ensure I didn’t fall. You gave me medicine when I was burning with fever and with gentle hands, rubbed me down with Vicks Vapor Rub when I had a retched cough. These are the things I remember to this day.
As I grew, you may have annoyed a moody teen, when you told me to clean my room, or get off the telephone, I may have even rolled my eyes in frustration. You worried on the odd occasion when I said I wouldn’t be home too late, but at times I was. You talked about passages in the Bible a lot, and it may have seemed as though I preferred listening to Cyndi Lauper, know that I was listening to your words of wisdom.
As we age, it is inevitable that our parents will grow old. The tables are turning. I now want to hold your hand when we cross the street and watch out for careless drivers. I may annoy you now, when I call everyday to ensure you ate well, and took your medicine. I want to care for you, protect you and make sure you’re safe. I phone on a Saturday night, but it goes to voice mail. I begin to worry. Where are you? Are you okay? Should I call the others to see if you called them? I worry when you tell me you and Dad went out to the super market. Please don’t fall. Please be safe and watch the road and that busy intersection. I want to be there to catch you. I know I can be a pain, but it is because I love you.
I should always remember you are a strong, independent woman. Although you are in your senior years, I know that you are well and can take care of yourself. I will try not to let the tables turn so much, and trust that God is watching over you. I am still listening to your wise words.
Lord, help me not to worry so much about tomorrow, but to embrace and cherish the memories.