Bite by Bite: Lunch with My Mother

Birthday lunch a few years back.

Four women eating lunch around a small table on a beautiful October afternoon. Such a common event, one might not hardly notice a group like that. All around the large room, other groups were dining too. As expected, snippets of conversation filled the air.

Two of the four women just met that day. As one of the two newbies, I enjoyed meeting a new acquaintance, Deborah. We exchanged the usual info like our names, family details, and what brought us to this table. Turns out, the same events.

While we were getting to know each other a bit, Deborah and I were also feeding our mothers. The other two women at the table. Like my mom, Deborah’s mom also suffered a stroke some time back. Neither one was now very successful in getting the bites into their mouths without help. We continued chatting like this was the most normal thing in the world. For both of us, it was.

Before this season of post-stroke, my mom and I shared thousands of lunches over the years. Such sweet times over her kitchen table or later, mine. Some in restaurants like truck stops in Missouri others, in places like Harrods in London. Most somewhere in between.

The first few hundred, she was feeding me, just like I am her now. It all comes around. I wonder if she thought about then that someday our roles would be reversed. A thought I usually don’t have when I’m lunching with one of my girls now. Just as well, those musings would take away the pleasure of the moment.

After lunch, Deborah and I pushed our moms in their wheelchairs into the courtyard and mostly sat in silence. A wind chime filled the air with occasional tones and the breeze felt good. I think Mom liked it. Sitting outside was always one of her delights.

Meeting Deborah was lovely. I hope we lunch together again sometime. Another unexpected gift from this season to add to the pile I have already opened.

No one asked for these events but much grace is present.

Resting in the courtyard.

Hope for the best,

Tish

12 Responses to “Bite by Bite: Lunch with My Mother”


  1. 1 BETSY K UZZELL October 10, 2019 at 12:12 PM

    A lovely story, Tish. Thank you!

  2. 3 Debbie October 10, 2019 at 1:04 PM

    Reminded me of changing my Father’s diapers…
    It was hard for him to allow me to, but he preferred a member of the family rather than the nurses. And I reminded him, he’d changed mine and it was now my turn❤️

  3. 5 cathyvincent October 10, 2019 at 1:05 PM

    Bless you and your mother, Deborah and her mom.
    Have a delightful day.

    “Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.” Jude‬ ‭1:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬

  4. 7 Linda Sylvester October 10, 2019 at 7:09 PM

    So sweet and honoring of your Mom.
    Blessings,
    Linda

  5. 9 unwanting October 11, 2019 at 6:57 PM

    What a lovely moment to share with a stranger, or a new friend. And what a lovely way to honor your Mom. xoxo

  6. 11 Mark Wiewel October 12, 2019 at 7:51 PM

    Nicely done


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