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Vieraskieliset / In-english

Blog: Lo­ne­so­me for Mot­her

Vieraskieliset / In-english
19.9.2020 7.45

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16.9. 15:51

Last spring I was es­pe­ci­al­ly lo­ne­so­me for my mot­her. The mot­her who was re­a­dy to ma­na­ge and take care of all things, with whom I could share my joys and sor­rows, who hel­ped me plant to­ma­to­es seed­lings and let­tu­ce, tend to flo­wers, and mar­vel at the mi­rac­les of spring and sum­mer. The mot­her with whom I sat at ser­vi­ces and shed te­ars of joy while sin­ging a touc­hing song. The mot­her who al­wa­ys as­ked me if I had had a good day and saw right away if things had not been good.

Over the past few months, or ac­tu­al­ly over the past coup­le of ye­ars, that mot­her has been gra­du­al­ly fa­ding away. There are still glimp­ses of her left, more on some days than on some ot­hers, but by now her me­mo­ry di­sor­der has in­va­ded such lar­ge sec­ti­ons of her brain that our mot­her-daugh­ter ro­les have been re­ver­sed: I am now the one who helps and ta­kes care. That is how it should be, and I am on­ly too hap­py to help. But ne­vert­he­less, it is a sad and he­a­vy duty.

The worst thing is to see how lo­ne­so­me and in­se­cu­re she feels when she has to stay at home by her­self in the eve­ning. Yet, it has been won­der­ful to ex­pe­rien­ce the He­a­ven­ly Fat­her’s po­wer­ful pre­sen­ce at the ti­mes when I have tuc­ked her in and bles­sed her with the gos­pel. We both feel good about that, and mot­her then feels safe to fall as­leep in her bed.

The me­mo­ry di­sor­der has not af­fec­ted her faith. She of­ten asks for the gos­pel and al­so bles­ses me even when I do not ask for it. She al­so li­kes to lis­ten to ser­vi­ces, though she does not care to lis­ten to ot­her ra­dio prog­rams.

We both en­joy her one or two week­ly vi­sits to my home. She li­kes to rake up le­a­ves or pet my ani­mals. She does not have the strength to do any ac­ti­vi­ty for a long time, though she lo­ves doing small, simp­le cho­res. But it is sad that, half an hour la­ter, she no lon­ger re­mem­bers that she vi­si­ted my home. She may call me and comp­lain about how lo­ne­so­me she has been all day.

For­tu­na­te­ly, we live so close to each ot­her that I can go and see my mot­her more than on­ce a day. She tur­ned 85 last June, but she did not want to ce­leb­ra­te her birth­day. All de­vi­a­ti­ons from the dai­ly rou­ti­ne make her ti­red and di­so­rien­ted.

Mot­her is pra­ying that she would soon be ta­ken away in­to the glory of he­a­ven. It is so good to be ab­le to trust that the He­a­ven­ly Fat­her knows our sor­rows and wor­ries and will give enough strength eve­ry day to both the pa­tient and the ca­rer.

Text: Lii­sa Lil­va­nen-Pel­ko­nen

Trans­la­ti­on: Sirk­ka-Lii­sa Lei­no­nen

You will find the ori­gi­nal blog post here.


Tai­vaat ju­lis­ta­vat hä­nen van­hurs­kaut­taan, kaik­ki kan­sat nä­ke­vät hä­nen kun­ni­an­sa. Ps. 97:6

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