For the last 10 years or so, at least once a week I would go and get my weekly dose of wisdom, humor, and a few of life’s lessons… even if I didn’t think that I needed them.  It was not always easy to fit this in my schedule, yet something in me kept coming back.  This place was my mother’s house and these times were usually on Friday afternoon.  We would go get a bite to eat somewhere close to her house and then we would talk for a few hours about us, life, our family, my work, or whatever topic was up that day.

It was within the last two years that I was able to share with my mom some of the biggest emotional areas in my life and as she always did, she would listen intently and then give me a few of her lessons of wisdom.  Mind you, I didn’t always see them at that time, yet more times than not there was always some nugget to be had… when I got my ego out of the way.  She also taught me the greatest lesson about never being too old to learn, as just in the last year she let me teach her about nurturing.  In my family, I was always loved, just not nurtured. So true to form, two days after we talk, she calls me up and at the end of our conversation she starts blessing and nurturing me and I am stunned, and then she said “I bet you didn’t think I was listening to you, you see I was.” Man that was so powerful.

So she gave and gave and gave and now as she sits in her present life, she is done giving.  She just wants to be and to receive.  She is tired, she is worn out and she has nothing more to give.  Don’t get me wrong, she will still sneak a few bits of wisdom in, just like the other day I asked her “Mom, did you meet with the psychologist?” and she said “ Yes I did and we had a perfectly wonderful meeting and we determined you were normal.”  She never ceases to amaze me.

Now is my time to give.  It is so different for me not to go to my mom to receive her wisdom, yet what I am realizing is that when I give to her I also give to myself.  The circle of giving and receiving never stops and starts, it is always a work in progress and a reflection of our intentions and our love.  So yesterday I gave her a foot rub, read to her from a daily inspirational book MP and I got her, and I just listened, just like she did for me for so many years…………..thanks Mom, I love you.