The nursing home calls, and I meet the ambulance at the ER and sit with her.
We've done this a few times now.
And everytime... she says, "Baby, you don't have to wait up here with me"
And we all know that... OFCOURSE I DO!
This is my mom.
This is the woman that took care of me when I was sick as a child.
The woman that sat for hours in the LSU waiting room with my head in her lap and she stroked my hair as I cried with chronic ear infections. (Those chairs were hard, cold multicolored plastic... ugh) She'd tell me she loved me.
After every LSU visit, I'd get a vanilla milkshake.
This woman always got my medication delivered from Lewis drugs and I got a 6pack carton of 6oz bottled cokes, color book and crayons... each time.
These things seem small.. esp to kids that are use to McDonalds once a week and treats all the time. But to me... they were a huge deal.
So when my mom calls me for some Diet Root Beers, crossword puzzles or some other request (there have been some odd ones..lol). I hop to it.
And when she's laying on an emergency room stretcher trying to breath better... I'm there. Trying to make her feel better... I stroke her hair... and tell her I love her.