As I was feeding my Mom her supper – trying not to feed her too fast, wiping her mouth and her nose  (which runs when she eats) – I couldn’t help but wonder – how many times she did this for me. With what tenderness and love did she feed me and try to get it just right?

Then I’d give her a drink, guiding the straw to her mouth, trying to leave it there as long as she was drinking, and I wondered to myself – when did I become the Mom to my Mom? Does she know how much I love her? So, I hugged her close and whispered in her ear that I love her, hoping to give just a bit of comfort in the otherwise bewildering existence  she now finds herself.