This week was rough. Moving toward a new week, I find myself looking back. Last week at this time, I was introducing my mom to her foster grandsons for the first time. She had flown in from far away to help me care for the boys while Hubby was out of town for work. We were prepared for an overwhelming and exhausting week, but were blissfully unaware of the twists and turns coming our way. Looking back, I can see that she was God's unique provision for me this week. He timed her trip perfectly. She came early enough to spend time with the boys, she was here for the trauma of Tuesday, and (due to canceled and delayed flights) she stayed long enough to see me emerge from an emotional fog.
My mom loves her grandkids. I was not sure how natural it would be for the boys to spend time with a grandma they had just met. She jumped right in, and the boys loved playing with her. They were so proud to tell their friends at daycare about their grandma.
Mom is a nurse with homeopathic tendencies. My body has been falling apart during the last few weeks. The doctor suggested many of my odd symptoms could be stress related. Well, this week was as stressful as it gets. Before the trauma of Tuesday, I was taken down with a cold. Mom was handing me concoctions left and right. I can't say which ones worked, but I am feeling better today.
Mom is a doer. She is not one to sit around when something should be done. When the boys were around, she was busy cooking, cleaning, and helping me care for them. When I came home from work sobbing, she was there to comfort me as we quickly packed all of their belongings. As I wandered around and processed, she did whatever needed to be done. She made sure I ate. She did laundry. She made child-safety locks disappear. She listened. She encouraged. She went for walks with me. Nobody else could have done all the things she did. When I was ready to wear contacts, makeup, and real clothing again, she went on a girls' outing with me. We enjoyed lunch at an English restaurant, then browsed plants at a local nursery. Due to a canceled flight, she even stayed long enough to play board games and help Hubby and me with landscaping.
What a week! I would never want to repeat it, but am thankful that God proved His goodness again. A friend texted her prayer that God's mercies would be new to me every morning. They were. His most obvious mercy was sending my mom to me for exactly the right time. We could not have planned it better.
Now, Hubby and I are on our own again, returning to the childless life that used to be so familiar. Onward and upward!
This post is linked up: Mondays at Soul Survival