Love and compassion are unpredictable emotions. I sat with my parents waiting to see a doctor yesterday evening into the wee hours of the morning. The time crept by slowly. By hour seven everyone was cranky. Still we found a moment or two of humor and laughter. I watched as my parents cared for one another–something I do not often get to see. Mom was worried that Dad should go home and sleep. He was not leaving her side.
I wrapped them both in warm blankets at one point and even though I struggle with my relationship with my mother, I was a dutiful daughter, making sure she was comfortable and at ease despite her pain.
I was surprised a bit at my compassion but I know that gift comes from a deeper source than my own strength. Gratitude for glimpsing at grace abounds.