Grace Filled Cottage

Today, my stepmom is here, spending time with me and helping me during my recovery. At 52 years old, I am being reminded that no matter how old we become, there are times when we still need our parents.

There is something comforting about having a parent nearby when you are hurting, tired, or simply not feeling like yourself. Today, she is in the kitchen making homemade enchiladas and fideo. The smell of the food, the familiar flavors, and the sound of her moving around the kitchen bring back so many memories of living at home.

Food has a way of taking us back, does it not? One bite can remind us of family dinners, ordinary afternoons, laughter around the table, and the feeling of being cared for.

Yesterday, we literally talked all day. We munched on snacks, enjoyed some specialty cheesecake, and shared stories and memories. There was nothing fancy or complicated about the day, but it was incredibly special. Sometimes the greatest gifts are simply having someone sit beside you, listen to you, laugh with you, and remind you that you are not alone.

Our relationship has experienced its share of trials and tribulations. Like many families, our story has not always been easy or perfect. We have both grown, changed, forgiven, and continued showing up for one another.

Since my dad and biological mom have passed away, she is the parent who has known me the longest. She has watched me move through many different seasons of life. She has seen the younger version of me, the mistakes I have made, the ways I have grown, and the woman I am today.

There is something deeply meaningful about being with someone who has known you for so many years. They remember parts of your life that other people may never know. They remember where you came from.

A hug or a gentle touch from your parent is priceless. It can bring comfort in a way that words sometimes cannot. During recovery, we often think of medicine as prescriptions, physical therapy, rest, and doctors’ appointments. However, I believe love is also good medicine.

A homemade meal is good medicine.

A long conversation is good medicine.

A hug is good medicine.

Being cared for is good medicine.

Today, I am grateful for enchiladas, fideo, cheesecake, shared memories, and the comfort of having my stepmom here with me. I am grateful that despite everything life has brought our way, we are still here for each other.

No matter how old we become, there will always be a part of us that needs the comfort, love, and reassurance of a parent. Today, I am allowing myself to receive that love and thanking God for the gift of this time together.

These are the moments that may seem ordinary in the moment, but they become some of the most precious memories we carry with us.

And honestly, I think that kind of love may be some of the best medicine there is.

Blessings,

Michelle