Call

My son was 9 months old when my mom passed away. 
I was a month away from my due date when my mom had a stroke after having spent the previous 4 years managing the world of being a heart transplant recipient. 

I was 20 when my mom became ill.  I graduated from college, as she waited in the hospital for her heart transplant. After the transplant, during the bonus time we had her, I became engaged, got married, became pregnant and had my first child. 

The call last night reminds me of what I have missed.
Last night my son called me.  
His soon-to-be one year old had thrown up for the first time
"Do you have any suggestions on what we should do?"  
So many times, I have wanted to be able to call my mom and ask her questions such as these--I have spent over half of my life not being able to.
So as sad as I was in that moment - the baby is sick, I don’t have my mom-- I am grateful that I get to be a part of my son's parenting journey