Mom was always thinking of others. Always. I don’t know that she knew another way of operating. (One ironic and poignant example was when she was needing to be up and walking and exercising in order to gain back strength. Yet, we could barely find a single way to motivate her. At the same time my husband was needing to push himself to do more exercise. In true Sue fashion, she volunteered to do a measure of walking for every measure of walking Rick did. They weren’t equal, but in an attempt to encourage and motivate him, she offered to be an exercise buddy of sorts. She wasn’t ready to do it for herself. But she was ready to do it for him.). She always was thinking about how to do what would be good for another.
One particular blessing she gave me was when I was a new mom with Ruth home from the hospital. Each night I would nurse her and then my mom would take her and rock her for a few hours until she was ready to nurse again. Then she would bring Ruth into my room so I could nurse and put her down. You could argue it was selfish (or at least not totally self-less) since she got to hold her granddaughter. But her true motivation was to help me and let me get some good sleep. Sure, she enjoyed it, but she was thinking of me.
I am grateful for that gift and the memory of her holding Ruth and rocking her to sleep.