my mom

My mom has been living back in her own home now for almost two weeks. I call her or she calls me most days.

Her house is right on my path commuting back and forth from the university where I teach, so once or twice a week I swing by on my way home.

Today I will go to her house on my way home and take her out to dinner and visit for a while, because Dear Husband K has a board meeting and will be staying late at his job.

I am delighted at my mom's healing and return to so much of herself. It's been a rough couple of years.

Today I made up the bed in the room where she was staying in my house, for the first time since she moved out. There is still some housekeeping to do in that room (and I am NOT a good housekeeper*), but for now the door can be open and it is tidy enough.

I am so glad my husband and I made the decision we did to bring Mom into our home. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

It's good to recognize the moments when we've got it right.

* I have just glanced through about 4 years of blogs and noted that nowhere do I have a confession/description of my inadequacy as a housekeeper. Looks like fuel for a future blog!