Wednesday evening, just as I was sitting down to dinner with my family on homemade pizza night my phone rang. I have one of those fancy cell phones that announces who it is before the phone starts ringing, so when I heard "Call from Mom and Dad" I knew that was really no hurry to jump up and answer the phone. I was hungry and wanted to eat with my family, and as far as I was concerned the phone call could wait until after dinner because chances were that is was just my mom calling to check in and chat for a little bit as she usually does.
I almost didn't answer the phone. I almost left that phone call to wait until I was ready for it.
I almost put myself and my needs first, before that of my families.
Thankfully I did not and something told me to answer the phone.
It wasn't my mom wanting to chat. It wasn't one of my brothers asking for help with school work or to see if they could come over. It was my dad who called to inform me that my mom, whom is only in her mid-forties, had a massive heart attack and was in the hospital having just gotten out of surgery.
I almost didn't answer the phone, and that will eat away at me for a very long time.
I think that maybe, even as adults, we so often take our mothers for granted and just assume that they will always be there.
My mom is starting to get better, but has a long road ahead of her and multiple surgeries that she will be going through in the near future. But you can bet your life that I'll be picking up the phone when a loved one calls me, because life is too short not to.