With the huge exception that instead of bringing a new life into the world, you’re preparing to be taken out of it.

She’s nesting.

My mom has never had the motto, “A place for everything and everything in its place.”  She has always been too busy with life to bother organizing a stack of papers or folding and refolding a towel until it looks just right.  But now she paces the house with an anxious energy about her as her eyes scan the counter tops for something out of place.  As she slowly makes her path around the kitchen, she stops and moves the rug with her foot until it’s exactly perpendicular to the oven.  Then she moves on again.

She’s determined to leave everything in perfect condition.  It seems almost as if she’s on a quest for peace.

She’s also pulling away, drawing into herself and away from noises, lights, and distractions.  Laboring animals naturally do this, and having had both bright, noisy, confusing labors and quiet, calm, dim ones… I’ll concur that it seems this is the way God made us.  She used to be an avid Animal Planet or Discovery Channel watcher.  But I haven’t seen the television on in weeks.  Instead, she prefers to lay on the couch in silence.  Even telling her about my day seems to bring about more exhaustion and anxiety as she seems to prefer my silent presence.

I guess it makes sense.  But I didn’t expect it.