Before I left my parents’ house in my recent visit, they asked me to call them at least once a week. My Friday evening 6 p.m. is their Saturday morning 10 a.m. So, we set this as our regular conversation time.
When I called, my mom picked up the phone. The first word she said was my name. She was crying calling my name over and over again, just like a little girl.
She sounded exhausted. She told me she gets weaker day by day. Every day she faces at a shocking fact. Yesterday she could fasten a button, but today she could not do so anymore. In such way, every day, one by one, she adds up something that she used to be able to do, but now she can’t.
I remember at the last moment with my mom in their house. She called my name over and over again and cried. It sounded like a little girl calling her mom for help.
My mom does not have any memories of her mom. Her mom passed away when my mom was only five years old. Her mom got a heart attack and passed away right away from it. Since my mom grew up without memories of her mom, she projected her mom into me. This habit of hers got stronger as she got aged.
What my mom needs and asks for the most is a mother figure who can give her comfort.
three wisdom 