I am the mom. It is my job to make sure my children are fed, clothed, and healthy. I am the one who knows where they need to be and when and it is my job to get them there. I help with homework, I make them do chores, I clean up their messes and fold their laundry.
Moms are not supposed to ever be out of commission. I'm supposed to be the one that takes care of my kids when they are sick, after all. And my girls have been pretty sick lately with the super bug that has been going around.
And then that super bug hit me and Joel both. Great! Just what we needed, right before I was going in for shoulder surgery. Thankfully, my own mom flew in to save the day, even though she got a little more than she bargained for.
My surgery went well--the doctor had been concerned that there was more extensive damage than what they could see on the MRI, but it turned out to be better than he thought. This means a quicker recovery. I had a pretty good case of laryngitis along with all the anesthesia and pain killer nausea. Yesterday was the first day I was starting to feel a little more like myself.
Which is a good thing, because The Maestro has just been getting sicker and sicker. He finally went in to be seen this morning and learned he has pneumonia!
I am thankful for my mom who came thousands of miles to take care of me, my kids, my house, and even my sick husband. I've been like a little toddler who can't do my own hair, get dressed for myself, or do the most basic of tasks.
Yes, even when you are 40 years old, you still need your mom! I also have amazing friends who showered me with things to help my recovery to be more comfortable and have helped out with driving my children places, cleaning my house, driving my mom to the airport and waiting there with us until we knew the flight was canceled (ugh--but we have her a little longer!), driving my mom and kids to church, bringing dinner, and much more.
It's hard to be on the receiving end of service for me. I don't like it. But I appreciate having such wonderful people in my life who see what needs to be done and don't hesitate to do it.
I started my physical therapy just two days post-surgery. I can see I've made progress, which is good, and I look forward to being able to use my arm more and more. Not just so I can be more independent again, but so that I can be on the giving end of the service again.
(It was stake conference this weekend--Bria went down to Green Bay with friends--more service!--so she could participate in the youth activities. She took a selfie for me while she was driving back so she could still be in the Sunday photo.)
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