One of the last days my mom went to work, I picked her up at her at her office located in the John Hornbeck building next to the Methodist Hospital. Her education background was a Licensed Vocational Nurse, then a cardiology technician, and finally a case manager. When mom started nursing she started using the name Mary because people would have a hard time with her given name of Guadalupe, it is a Spanish form of the Virgin Mary.
It was the week of Thanksgiving and she had dressed up wearing a fitted long blank skirt with a slit up the side. It may have been the skirt or the decreasing lack of leg strength, but she feel on the job. Her manager told her to go home.
I believe that Mom knew in her heart of hearts that this would be her last day of work. She stalled. She filed papers. She cleaned her desk. All the while, I rushed her so we could get to her doctors appointment on time. Later it occurred to me that she was stalling because she knew the doctors were going to give her news she did not want to hear. It was her way of trying to maintain normalcy while avoiding the inevitable.
Pregnancy is an emotional time especially when I am unable to celebrate the excitement with my mother. When mom passed away, I specifically remember thinking I want my mom to be around when I have a child. I want her nurse me through labor and give me words of wisdom in caring for my new baby. People tell me my mom is with me all the time, in all things. Like Nina (my step-mom) who threw a shower for me. I know mom is with me too. I dream of mom and see her in all things.
This past Saturday, I attending my birthing class. It was held in the John Hornbeck building. When my sister and I stepped off the elevator we both looked at each other and asked, I wonder where mom's office was. It was to the right.
To the left, was the classroom where the birthing class was being held. At first glass we did not catch the room name Guadalupe. But there it was plain as day. My birthing class was being held in a room name that was the same name as my mother's given name. My sister and I got chills for we both knew that mom was there with us. Mom is with me, if not physically but spiritually.
Off the topic of mom...
While in class, Babyboy had the hiccups twice. It is fun little video to keep for my memories.
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