Circle of Life

I’ve spent the afternoon sitting next to my mother’s bed as she sleeps. I wonder how many days or night she has done the same for me.


I remember the time I had major abdominal surgery and I almost didn’t make it. The surgery lasted 8 hours and was only supposed to have lasted 1. I was in the hospital for 3 weeks and it should have only been 3 days. I wonder what went through her mind during that time as I drifted in and out.

I’m sure there were times when I was young that she has taken a damp cloth and wiped the tear stains from my cheek or rubbed my arm to soothe me. I wish I remembered those times.

What do they call it “The Circle of Life”?
Thanks Mom.