I was born in a small town hospital and lived in an old white farmhouse for my first four years. I hardly remember anything about that house. There are a couple of snapshots in my head, but that’s about all. I had two older sisters and one older brother; he was still a baby himself when I came into this world. I know my Mom was busy with all those kids. Another sister was born three years later. It’s a wonder she got any sleep at all. They didn’t have baby monitors back then. She just listened for our cries.
I had four babies of my own. For the first three, I too just listened during the night. I didn’t sleep soundly in those days. The least little whimper from those kiddos, and I was wide awake. I spent many nights in a comfy recliner, rocking babies and making promises to God if He would only make them sleep. By the time our fourth and last baby was born, I had a baby monitor system. I don’t know that we really needed it. After all, I had never slept through a baby’s cry. And the monitor only intensified every single burp and gurgle. I think I got less sleep with that contraption.
Funny how life circles back around. I’m lying in bed listening to my mom over a recently installed monitor. I can hear her trying to get settled; a few grunts and several deep sighs. I just tucked her into bed and turned off the light. I don’t “tuck her in” every night. She has been pretty independent, however, she is struggling right now. Her legs are like noodles; not sure why. As she was getting ready for bed, she dropped her hearing aid. After bending or squatting to get it, she couldn’t get back up. Thankfully, I was keeping watch in the hallway. “Mom, you okay? Do you need help?” My husband and I easily stood her back up. I know she hates this. She hates being weak and dependent on anyone.
After she was done in the bathroom, I walked her back into the bedroom, and helped her into bed. “Mom, please call me if you need to get up during the night. Your legs are a little wobbly today. Please let me help you. I don’t mind getting up”. I know she hates that too. She doesn’t want to be a burden. And she is not — no more than I was when I lived in her home and I needed her.
So as I listen over this monitor, waiting for her to fall asleep, emotion overtakes me and I begin to cry. I let the tears freely fall and grieve for my Mom. I’m worried about her.
I won’t sleep soundly tonight. And that’s okay.
Lord, help me to enrich my Mom’s life. I don’t want the days to just slip by. I don’t want to get so caught up in the daily care of her body that I forget to nurture her spirit as well. Lord, I love my Mom. Help me to bless her.
Ephesians 4:29 Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, that it may give grace to those who hear.
2 thoughts on “She Just Listened For Our Cries”
Beautifully written. This reminded me so much of my dad’s journey. He too had CHF and leg weakness. He didn’t have any leg pain, they just quite simply, gave out gradually.
I wish you both peace on your journey. Thank you for sharing.
I love this post. So beautifully expressed. And I can relate. My mom doesn’t live with me, but last year when we traveled together to visit family I would wake up in the night listening for the sound of her coughing…