I needed to leave. I had a list of things to get done. I’d already fed Mom lunch and washed her up and changed her. And I’d tucked her into bed for a nap.
Dad usually lies down with Mom for a nap himself, but he was still busy, so I had stretched out beside Mama myself. And she had cuddled up close to my back and put her arm around me. And her fingers had flutter tapped my back. And Mama was quiet and content and so was I.
But after a few minutes I thought of my list of things to do, and I reluctantly sat up and kissed Mama’s cheek to say good-bye. And then Mama quietly took my hand and held it. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t yell. She just gently held my hand.
And the importance of my to-do list dimmed and faded. And I put my feet back up on the bed and snuggled warm next to Mama.
And I stayed there until Dad came in and wanted his place. And then I got up with no regrets and with a fuller heart.