The Millennial Homemaker

The musings of a Stay at Home Mom

The Eye of the Storm

Wednesday, June 12, 2013, started as a normal day in my home. I was preparing breakfast and cleaning up, my children were waking up to another beautiful summer day, and my mom strolled down the stairs to eat breakfast in her favorite spot. She commented on the beautiful day as she always had done, and she asked ever so sweetly, “Is it going to be 100 degrees today?”

“Yes, mom,” I replied. “It is going to be another hot, beautiful day in Arizona.” Within five minutes I knew that she would repeat herself again, in the innocence of her struggle with dementia. I decided to be extra patient with her this day, for a reason I didn’t even understand. I thought that maybe my prayers were working; I was thinking that God was granting me more patience with her as I spent day after day doing the same thing, answering the same questions, and listening to the same sweet comments.

Lunch time rolled around and there were six hungry kids at my house. Three of my own and three extra friends who came over to play for the day. My mom wanted to watch TV, but our HD converter was not bringing in a good signal. So, I decided to play a DVD that would not require any adjustment to the rabbit ears (yes, we do have rabbit ears, and no cable box).

The afternoon was moving along smoothly until I decided to wander upstairs for a small break from the hustle and bustle of children playing downstairs. 4:30 p.m. will be forever etched into my mind, as my world came crashing down with my mom’s collapse.

Frantic screams came from the bottom of the stairs, “Mom! Grandma fell down!” I flew down the stairs within seconds, to find my mother being propped up by my child, unable to communicate and limp on her right side. I knew it when I saw it: she was having a stroke.

In skipping all the gory details, my mom was rushed to the hospital with the diagnosis of a massive, irreversible hemorrhagic (bleeding) stroke. Only 20 hours later we would be saying goodbye through a flood of tears and emotions I have never felt before in my life.

As I review the events of the past week, I have so many thoughts that are hard to compartmentalize. I can only summarize how I am feeling by the title of this post: I am feeling the peace of God in the “eye” of this storm.

You see, I have been my mom’s caregiver for almost 4 years to this point in time. With her survival of a car accident to her diagnosis of dementia, I have been her “eye” in her storm. Her faith in Jesus never waivered, but her physical and emotional dependence rested on me. Just as she felt peaceful in my presence day after day, I am now learning to find that peace in my faith in God.

Everyone I know has had (or is having) a storm in their lives. Whether it is brewing at full force, or if it has finally passed, there is nothing more assuring than finding that sweet spot in the “eye.” It is a precise circle of perfect calm, in the geometric center of all the chaos, the fury, and the unexpected.

The “eye” of my storm will always be my faith in Jesus. I will not stop ever believing in his name, his mission, and his purpose. I am so thankful for my sweet mom, who has now passed on into eternity, for she was the one who showed me the way to knowing God. She was my first mentor of learning how to find that sweet peace in the midst of life’s storms.

On June 13, 2013, she took her final breath on earth, and stepped into eternal glory. She made it through her storm. She stood in the eye, waiting for exit unto salvation. As much as I miss her right now, I am so happy for her. She is finally at peace, resting in God’s arms, watching down over me to make sure I am staying strong.
I love you, mom. You will be forever in my heart.

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A million and one (but who’s counting?)…

It’s been a few months, but I wanted to revisit the world of blogging. I am a subscriber to a few sites, and many of them are very similar. I am sure that each person has a passion in her posts. I love reading their ideas, viewing their pictures, and heck, even trying to figure out how they add in all the cute photoshopy-type of clip art!

I am not one of those computer-techy people. I have a husband who can help me with the fancy stuff. I just like to type. So, I’ve labeled this post as “A million and one” for the millions of bloggers out there, of which I am one of them.

Nothing of great importance is happening at this time. No epiphanies, no special events to brag about (other than my husband’s recent 40th birthday celebration), and definitely no plans. Just the daily grind of living. But, I love that.

A simple day is when I awake (and today, I am crediting my wakefulness to the sinus pressure in my head at 3:50 a.m.) with energy for the new day. The house is quiet, and I actually have some “time” to spend it on me. I carve out 30 minutes for exercise, and walking outdoors is my all-time favorite. As much as I would love to incorporate a workout DVD into my routine, the stillness of the home calls for continued silence and peace.

One by one my children arise to the smell of coffee brewing, the tinkering of my incessant need to clean, or even perhaps the hopeful allure of a warm breakfast. The best memories I have of my childhood summers were the days when I would linger in my pajamas for hours and not do a blessed thing!

My current reality calls me to the backyard. Two goats and four chickens await fresh water and their food replenished. It is so nice to walk out and see them in their glory of the dawning day. I have learned that my chickens love to eat their food when it is moistened by the sprinkles of water that cover the ground. The goats are independent, as they would rather play in the nearby wood pile than to let me show some attention.

But, these dog-days of summer are competition in one regard. Modern technology has vied for the attention of my millennial-born children. They always prefer to be plugged in, logged on, or otherwise electronically entertained. I am constantly encouraging them to unplug, log off, and go outdoors while the temps are bearable. Today also marks the start date for summer school. So, hopefully, books will be opened, pencils will be scrambling upon paper, and brain cells will be engaged. That’s my hope, anyway.

My hat is off to you, dear reader. As you awaken and count your blessings for this day, I wonder what you will be doing? Share your comments, your thoughts, or even your story. For then, your reply would make my counting “a million and two”…

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