Childhood should be full of magical memories. At least, that was the mantra that we try to live by. Preparing for the inevitable along with the doctors uncertainty of time, made this difficult.
Watching her sleep was one of my greatest joys. That meant there was no pain, only dreams. I tried to imagine what her dreams consisted of. Dreams of Heaven? Dreams of ponies? Dreams of glittery pixie dust and Peter Pan? She would never tell me exactly what they were. She would say “Mom, I dream of your future. You are gonna love it there!” Her excitement of my future shredded my heart each morning. I knew it was a future that wasnt going to include her. So I would smile, just like I did every morning, and dive in for a tickle fight. It kept her preoccupied while the nurses got ready for their morning “to do” list.
“Ok, sweetie” I said as the nurse began to hook up her iv drip. “It’s time to get watered”
“Silly mom, I’m not a flower”
” You are my flower, sweetheart. You were planted in my heart”
Together we laid in her hospice bed, closed our eyes and planned our imaginary, action packed, fun-filled day.
Note: This was done for Picture it & Write. If you havent done this prompt yet, I urge you to.
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