I called my mom yesterday to wish her a happy birthday, and she told me that, reading my blog, it was clear to her that I’d been having a particularly happy week.
I answered that my flare had actually gotten worse during the week and that things were being pretty rough.
But you know? I got off that phone, thought about it, savored the tone that had been in her voice as she’d said that, re-read the week’s entries, and realized she was right. It *had* been a happy week! No amount of Crohn’s could change all the things that were wonderful. The surprise party and all the kind comments that flowed into the blog afterwards, Richard and Michelle being marvelously helpful, the two friends who came over during the week as well as the ones who came to the party, Mom’s silk blouse arriving in time for her birthday…
And in a rush of gratitude, I sat down and yesterday’s post just poured out of my fingertips.
So I have to offer one correction: Mom didn’t just teach me to see the best in others. She taught me to look for the best in every situation as well. She did it again. Thanks, Mom!