"But, I remember what Mom taught me: You have to decide for yourself what you believe. If I get to claim that right, so does she. The religion I've chosen holds the right to "a free and responsible search for truth and meaning" as one of its cherished principles. It says nothing about having to choose the same path as one's children - or parents. She hasn't changed that I can tell. I'm not sure I want to ask - but, maybe she's figured out, at the age of 80, what she believes." - from May 27 or so
This week had two major events: First, R had her 16th birthday. A bittersweet time, she's our youngest so these are the last milestone birthdays we'll be celebrating until we have grandchildren. We're not ready for grandchildren...
Second, my mom underwent a procedure on the same day to unblock two blocked arteries in her heart. She now has a total of three stents in her arteries, holding them open so her lifeblood can flow freely. I sat with her before and after the procedure, which she came through with flying colors -- not bad for an 81-year-old. I took her home the next day, and spent the night again so we'd both feel better about her being home at all. Again, I heard her praying before bed. It occurred to me that my previous writing about this was a little - I don't know - arrogant?
Maybe my mom has always known what she believed. Maybe she's always prayed & I just never noticed? If so, she's been more unitarian universalist than me - allowing me to fumble around and figure out what, if anything, I believed. Either way, it affirms my deep love for my mother, and my faith in the independent, responsible search for truth and meaning.