There is nothing I regret when it comes to my mother. She always loved me and still does, I always knew she was proud of me, I always knew she cared. My mom is the best person to give a gift to, even if it is the tiniest, worthless thing, it is a treasure to my Mom and it shows all over her face every time how much she loves anything you give her. Mom is grateful for things and more over thankful for the littlest things her children or anyone does for her, and her face lights up with pleasure. She can't do as much, so we sit and watch TV together, or read. I hold her hand as I sit in the chair next to hers, her hand twitches involuntarily at times but every once in awhile I squeeze her hand and she squeezes mine back tightly. It's little things like holding her hand that makes her happy, and I know it.
Who am I going to ask my questions to? Little things about temperatures for cooking? Bigger things about children, and husbands. I know logically, there will be others with knowledge to share, I can always find an answer. But they are not HER answers, they are not HER thoughts.
