Family love can mean so much more than just loving our parents and children.
My brother was born when I was 12 and everyone in Kernersville in 1959 knew all I wanted was a brother. Mom and dad were told they wouldn’t have another child-which was good since I was rowdy. Sometimes what doctors think are not in God’s plan and so I got a brother, Mike.
My brother had surgery yesterday, a simple one but it was still a long day. Well, a long day for my mother and I, since we spent most of it worrying about him. After the surgery my brother took charge again and demanded to be taken home and so he went and my mother and I followed. We spent the day taking care of him and trying to figure out how to keep him from returning to work and he is a workaholic. However, as the day went on he felt sick and in pain and it was hard for mom and I to watch. Even as I traveled home that night I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep well knowing he felt bad. I text him most of the night trying to tell him what to do but he would reply “understand” which I know means “please just let me be.” This morning when I called he had that smile back in his voice which made me feel so much better and he told me “thanks for yesterday and I love you sis!” Oh, what wonderful words to hear. Now we just have to worry about the healing and keeping him from going back to work too soon.
Family love to me is how I feel about my brother. He means everything to me and he often refers to me as his second mom. I think that is an honor. The flip side of being like a mom is telling him what to do all the time like “do not go to work today and rest.” Much my like my children, do you think he listened to me? No, probably not. But that’s family and I am so glad I am able to get on their nerves because at least that means I am spending time with them.
I might worry too much but I love to care for others. That’s why I do what I do, that why we do what we do. I learned care-giving comes from the heart from watching my mother take care of dad. That’s why I even hired her as a caregiver years later. I aim for each family we work with to feel that same compassion and giving from the heart that my mother taught me so long ago.