I remember a day, many years ago, when mom went down. I remember getting off the school bus and our neighbor was waiting for us to tell us that mom was in the hospital. She was ok, it was nothing serious, thankfully, but we were, well, just lost. Mom did EVERYTHING for us. It was a strange and surreal feeling, her not being there. I did not like it. It freaked me out. We weren’t a very self-sufficient bunch…

Fast forward a few decades and I am the mom who went down. Like my mom, nothing terribly serious, thankfully. I am good and recovering well. Unexpected ER visit and surgery. Only gone overnight, total of about 18 hours but the damage was done regardless. My kids are adults, ages 21-27, and all 3 reacted differently and yet exactly how I thought they would. One took charge and was calm and then broke down, one just got quiet and one kinda lost their sh$t immediately. All to be expected because I know my kids. I know how they are and how they react when scared or upset… and all broke my heart.

I am so incredibly proud of what happened once the shock and fear subsided. Besides my husband sitting in a chair next to me at the hospital for 18 hours, he, along with these 3 amazing human beings, took over and took care of everything. They stepped up, like I knew they would and I am grateful.

In the nearly two weeks I’ve been home recovering, I have learned the following:

*I actually like going to work and look forward to returning. Crazy, right??

*My family is pretty amazing. Truth.

*When mom goes down, it is scary – no matter how old you are.

Stay well and give your babies, no matter how old, a big mommy hug whenever you get the chance…

Until next time,

Donna