As I wrote out her bills that day, I thought about how many times my dear mother had written out and signed things for me. I thought about her being a young mother filling out permission slips for field trips, and signing checks for majorette boots and batons. I thought about how many times she sat at the kitchen table signing report cards and health forms.
Today, as I carefully filled my mother's pill case for the week, I thought about how years ago, she had carefully opened the Bayer Baby Aspirin bottle and counted out pills for me. I thought about how my mom gave me Flintstone Vitamins every morning and Castoria every Saturday night.
My mom stayed with us this weekend, and last night I pulled the comforter down and smoothed out the sheets on her bed. I thought about all the times my mom had changed the sheets on my bed and how many times she tucked me into bed.
Those memories so often make me wish I were back there, in my Mom and Dad's house, watching my mom write out bills, and fixing my bedsheets. They also make me realize how very blessed I am to be able to do these small acts of love for my mother. I am blessed to have had her nurture me and love me and care for me all these years. I am thankful that I am able to do these small things in return. And I am blessed that I am but one link in this unending chain of mothers and daughters in this amazing thing called life.