This has been a summer for the books. And by that, I mean actual books.
As in, if I ever write another book, what I’ve been learning these past few months will permeate the pages in ways I can’t even imagine right now.
When the summer began, my mom was living at home with my dad. Now—following a bad accident, a few weeks in the hospital, a couple of surgeries and almost two months of rehab—she lives at a long-term care center about 10 minutes from my house. (See here for a bit more on all that.)
There’s much more to the story, of course, and I have a feeling it will take a long while to process it all. For now, though, here are a few lessons I’ve already gleaned from this season none of us were expecting.