The Sting

My parents are in town, and have been....

It's been amazing.  They haven't been here this long... well, ever!  Unfortunately, there is a motivating factor, my Grandpa was put into a nursing home because he's officially loosing it.  He's always lived in this alter world, you never do know what really happened.  So, my awesome aunt that lives in Chicago also came down, and we had a blast with her too!  We spent the first 3-4 days they were here focusing on Grandpa, getting his needs met, and getting him settled (new socks, clothes, and some 'home like' items like a bed spread).   But now that's mostly done, so we had fun! 

We've knocked out some projects like getting trellises up in the garden, and a baby shower present done (it's a crafty sort of one...).  My Mom and I also figured out the hardware for my my nightstand I built, and are going to get the fabric to line the inside tomorrow. 

Today, we had to return Grandpa's slippers for a bigger size.  We had to wait because the greater was helping someone else scan stuff for a return.  It was all baby stuff.  For a little boy.  She had a shower and got duplicates of several things. 

It reminded me that not to long ago, I was returning things to stores for a little boy too.  But for very different reasons.

It stung.

Damn it stung.

My Mom saw my eyes that were brimming with tears, and put her arm around me. 

I think about her.  They waited 17 years for me.  Seventeen years.  I've only waited a few, surely I can do it, I can make it.  But, I often think, I'm not nearly as strong as my Mom is.  She's an amazing woman, and a spectacular Mother. 

But still, it stung.