Little Bird Vase With Roses
by Nancy Medina
12X12
Textured Oil on Deep Gallery Wrap Canvas
Flower Painting Workshops
Little Bird Vase With Roses is the newest daily work in Flower Mound Studio. Studio Director AnnieBee and I have just returned from a visit with my Mother in East Texas. My Mother's time in hospice care is entering its seventh month, and over time she has grown weaker.
Her memory is a bit worse, especially in the mornings, but usually by mid-day, she is as sharp as she was when I was a teenager, and I am grateful once again for her ability to be one step ahead of me at all times. Watching me in the kitchen peering into the fridge, she asks, "Are you looking for the cheese?" My Mother the poet, the crossword puzzle solver, the woman who always laughs at herself, anticipates my every move, even now. Her universe has become smaller, with a focus on the daily tasks of living, eating, sleeping, walking, and trying to hold together pieces of her life that she understands, at least on some level, are slipping away.
Being with your Mother through hospice is a journey of self-discovery, as many of you are probably already well aware; poignant and yet a necessary preparation for the next chapter. There is a price you pay to have an extraordinary Mother in your life, and that will be the time day when you wake up without her. For now, I am grateful for these moments, for each difficult step in this new journey to the last stanza. Being given this time is an an immeasurable gift.
Her memory is a bit worse, especially in the mornings, but usually by mid-day, she is as sharp as she was when I was a teenager, and I am grateful once again for her ability to be one step ahead of me at all times. Watching me in the kitchen peering into the fridge, she asks, "Are you looking for the cheese?" My Mother the poet, the crossword puzzle solver, the woman who always laughs at herself, anticipates my every move, even now. Her universe has become smaller, with a focus on the daily tasks of living, eating, sleeping, walking, and trying to hold together pieces of her life that she understands, at least on some level, are slipping away.
Being with your Mother through hospice is a journey of self-discovery, as many of you are probably already well aware; poignant and yet a necessary preparation for the next chapter. There is a price you pay to have an extraordinary Mother in your life, and that will be the time day when you wake up without her. For now, I am grateful for these moments, for each difficult step in this new journey to the last stanza. Being given this time is an an immeasurable gift.
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