Reading POWF's journal

My mom is a wonderful person. Shes caring, smart, talented....we have our fights every now and then, but what daughter and mother don't.

She went to college for about a year, finished half her associates in Advertising Art. Shes an incredible artist. Then she had me. She took off from school. She quit her job at that time, which was illustrating textbook picutures for college books. She has'nt worked in the feild since 1983.

Then she had my brother. Hes 11 now, and one of the many reasons she is stressed to the max. Not only is the poor woman going through menopause (shes 47 now), but she has an 11 yr old boy to handle and her current job, which is a highschool lunchaide. So she surrounded by screaming kids all day.

Art is her only therapy. She has this thing now shes been doing for the past couple of years. She blows the yolk out of eggs and paints intricate designs on them. She takes orders from people, she paints anything they want. After a couple of years of trying, she finally got this little antique shop east of us to take her eggs in. She was so happy.

Today she slipped at work on some water left on the floor. She was holding a knife. She severed her index finger 3/4 off. Shes in the hospital now. She'll be there untill Teusday. They need to see if she gets circulation back in it, they might have to chop it off.

I know all she is thinking now is "how will i paint". I know she will get used to it eventually, but it will still be very hard. Especailly the kind of intricate art work she does.

Mother's day is on Sunday. I feel horrible. I never relized how much I loved my mom untill this. I know its just a finger, but I can't even think about it because the thought of her in pain sickens me. Its amazing that such a little thing could effect me like this.

We should of brought a bag of rocks....