A Mothers Heart
I sat at the kitchen table, right in my usual spot, feeling the simple comfort of being home. In front of me was a deep bowl filled with my mums special stewa rich, savoury concoction with just a hint of tang, the one dish that no one else could ever get quite right.
Each spoonful brought a burst of nostalgia, and as I ate, my thoughts drifted. Life had changed so much in recent years. Id made good money, the sort that let me have breakfast in trendy cafés, lunch in Michelin-star restaurants, and dinner in posh places where the chefs were always chasing the next culinary trend. I could order oysters from Whitstable, truffle oil from Italy, or wagyu beef all the way from Japananything my heart fancied. Yet for all these delicacies, none could hold a candle to my mums stew.
Gourmet sauces, rare spices, artful presentationall of it seemed empty, almost lifeless, compared to the warm, unpretentious food Id grown up with. There was something more to Mums stew than ingredients and a recipe. It carried her care, her touch, and echoes of carefree childhood days. I realised that, despite all the fancy places I might eat at, for me there would always be just one truly great kitchen: my mothers.
As I sat there lost in thought, my mum, Elizabeth, came into the kitchen. She set a cup of tea before me, moving quietly so as not to disturb the peace. She seemed a little unsettled, as if something was really worrying her.
Tom, when do you need to be off? she asked.
I looked up from my bowl and smiled before replying, Tomorrow morning. My cars packed it in, so Im going with a mate instead.
I took a proper look at her as I spoke. She looked wellhealthier than ever, cheeks glowing with colour. If you didnt know, youd never guess shed seen fifty come and go.
Its only a few hours in the car, Mum, I added, hoping to reassure her.
She stood, motionless, gripping the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles whitened. The room fell quiet, broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock.
With a friend, she repeated softly, her face going pale. No, Tom, I dont want you to go with him.
Her worry was contagious. I set down my spoon and fixed her with a curious look.
You dont even know who I mean, I replied, trying to keep my voice eventhough even I could hear the hint of concern that had crept in. Its Benmy old mate. Hes a careful driver, never in a rush, always sticks to the speed limit. And its a solid car, German make, and even the number plates luckytriple sevens.
Elizabeth inched closer, locking eyes with me, her every movement heavy with meaning. She took my hand, her fingers unmistakably cold compared to my own warm skin.
Please, son, her voice trembled but she tried to sound firm. Book a taxi instead, will you? I just I have a funny feeling about this. Ill worry otherwise.
What if the taxi driver doesnt even have a proper license? I tried to lighten the mood, forcing a feeble grin. Please dont fuss so much. Ill ring you as soon as I arrive, promise. Before you even start missing me.
I kissed her on the cheek, feeling the weight of her concern settle on my shoulders. I hugged her tightly, hoping to pass along enough strength for both of us. She hugged me back, as if to capture the warmth for later, then released me gently.
Itll be fine, Mum, I said again, meeting her gaze. I promise.
I left home and ambled down the familiar road where Id spent my childhood. The evening was still and cool, the air crisp. Streetlights cast warm pools of light on the pavement. My flat was only a short walk awayand I made my way there slowly, thinking over everything ahead. Mums worried face kept popping up, but I did my best to shake off the unease.
The flat was quiet when I got in, its comfort wrapping around me at once. My bag was already packed and waiting on my bed. I checked everything again, zipped the bag, and set it by the doorready for the morning.
At my bedside, I glanced at the alarm clock: quarter to ten. Up at sixdont oversleep, I told myself, hoping it would stick. I got into bed, switched off the light, and lay in the darkness, listening to the night sounds outside. My mind kept circling back to Mum, picturing her lying awake, anxious. To distract myself, I mentally went over my plans: get up, have a wash, drink my coffee, grab breakfast, double-check my presentation Eventually, the thoughts muddled together, and I drifted off.
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Morning didnt go at all as planned. When I cracked open my eyes, sunlight already flooded the room. For a moment, confusion reigned. Then I spotted the clock. Five to nine.
Bloody hell! I shouted, springing upright in a flash of panic. I grabbed the alarm clock and tossed it aside in frustration. The hands seemed to mock meId well and truly overslept. Where was Ben? He said hed wake me! On my bedside table, my phone satswitched off. That was odd. I remembered leaving it on charge overnight. It shouldnt have run out of battery. Frowning, I held the power button until the screen lit. A shower of message alerts appeared.
Opening my texts, I quickly scanned the first few. Ben had sent the first at eight: Tom, where are you? Been waiting outside for fifteen minutes. If youre not here in 10, Ill have to head off without you. Its a long drive and I cant hang about.
Are you coming or not? Call me.
Thats it, mateIve got to go. Sorry, cant wait any longer.
I sat, stunned, piecing it together. Ben had been here, waited, tried to call mewhile Id been asleep. I remembered Mums worried face the night before. Shed sensed something. Now Id missed the whole thing.
I shot up, adrenaline kicking in. There was barely any time leftnow what? Call a taxi, or try hiring a car? Irritated, I cursed under my breath. I ought to ring Ben and explain, rearrange for another time. But then I noticed the missed callstwenty-plus, all from Mum, one after another.
A cold, uneasy feeling pressed in on me. Throwing on a jacket and grabbing my keys, I dashed for the door, legs already moving as a single plea hammered in my mind: Please, let everything be alright. I practically sprinted back to my childhood home, making it in under two minutes.
The door was unlocked. I burst inside, breath coming hard, chest tight, blood pounding in my ears.
Mum! You alright? My shout was sharper than intended, but worry robbed me of softness.
Elizabeth was curled on the sofa, pale-faced, eyes red and worn. The sight of me brought a sudden, wide-eyed disbelief.
Tom, she whispered, her voice trembling as she slowly rose. Is it really you? Oh, thank God
I froze, confused. Id not seen Mum cry like this since I was small. I longed to comfort her, but words seemed to have deserted me.
What happened, Mum? I asked as gently as I could, approaching her. I took her handsthey were freezing and shook slightly. Whats scared you like this?
Just then, the telly on in the background caught my ear, the solemn voice of the presenter breaking the silence.
Theres been an accident just outside town. Four cars involved. Only one survivordriver of an Audi…
Compelled, I looked at the screen. The news showed chaos: mangled vehicles, scattered belongings, flashing blue lights everywhere. And then, barely visible, a white Audi with the plate 777.
A cold dread swept through me. I knew that car. It was Bens.
The truth hitMum had seen the crash, guessed from the car, and when I didnt answer her calls, must have thought the worst. Her worry had become terror.
Its me, Mum, I promise, Im fine, I said as calmly as I could with a hand on her back. I gently got her onto a chair, then raced to the kitchen for water. I filled a glass and hurried back. Here, Mum, drink. Just look at me, Im here. Im alright.
Her hands shook as she took the glass, but she put it down untasted, fingers gripping my sleeve as if she feared I might disappear. She clung to me, face pressed to my shoulder, and I could feel sobs racking through her.
I was so frightened Her words barely came out, broken by worry. On the tellythey said only the driver lived, and you werent answering. I rang and rang I thought I thought Id lost you
I held her tightly, rubbing her back, just as shed comforted me when I was little. Slowly, gradually, her tremors easedbut I knew itd take more for her heart to steady.
My phone died, Mum, and the alarm didnt go off, I explained softly. Thats why I wasnt picking up. But look, Im fine. Right here.
Still, seeing her so shaken, I decided she needed more care than I could give. I found my phone, dialled 999, and explained the situation.
Yes, ambulance, please. My mums in a bad way, lots of stressher heart, I think This is 22 Maple Close
The response was quick. Soon enough, a paramedic was at our doora man in white with his case, straight to point.
How are you feeling? he asked my mum, his manner calm and reassuring as he fooled with the blood pressure kit. Any dizziness? Nausea?
She tried to reply, but only nodded. I hovered nearby, anxious to help but not wanting to get in the way.
It was a short check before the verdict: Id take her to hospital, sir, he said, his voice firm. Shes had a heavy shock, and at her age, best not to risk it. She should be monitored for at least a day.
Of course, I agreed right away. Well go private. Shell get good care, comfortable roomwhatevers needed.
The paramedic simply shruggedif you can afford it, why not? Health always comes first.
So be it. Ill fill in the forms so you dont have to wait around when you arrive.
He scribbled a referral, handed it over, and checked one more time to see Mum had calmed enough for the journey. Her breathing was more even, colour returning to her cheeks.
Youll both be alright, he said softly, to both of us. Try not to worry too much.
I thanked him, helped Mum get ready, and started working out the logistics in my headforms to fill, which hospital to choose, what theyd need from us.
At the hospital, Elizabeth was ushered straight in for monitoring. As soon as we stepped through the doors, a nurse greeted us kindly, leading us into a consulting room where the doctor was waitinga middle-aged man with a kind, measured manner.
He asked his questions, took blood pressure, pulse, the usual check. His voice was as calm as his hands, capable of soothing and still commanding authority.
Well run some tests, just to be sure, he told us after a few moments. At the moment, nothing alarming, but lets be thorough.
I sat at her side, not letting go of her hand. Outwardly I was calm, but inside my stomach was in knots. Her hand was cold, her eyes tired, and my heart raced for her.
Its going to be alright, I told her, over and over. You just need some rest. Theyll sort you out and send you home soon.
She gave me a faint smile, still pale but no longer panicked as shed been that morning. She squeezed my fingers gently, showing me she heard, trying to believe it.
I just knew something was wrong, she whispered. A mothers instinct never lets me down.
A lump caught in my throat. Hearing those words, I realised how much she loved mehow shed always put me first, given up her time, strength, even her health so I could have every opportunity. And now, Id nearly broken her.
Im sorry I scared you, I whispered, my voice thick. I wont ignore your hunches again. Promise.
Slowly, she stroked my cheek, just like she used to when Id stumble home in tears after school.
As long as youre alright, love, she said simply, her voice full of warmth and affection. Thats all that matters.
So we sat together in the corridor, holding hands. The world bustled pastnurses, doctors, patientsbut for those moments, it was just the two of us, with warmth and hope between our joined hands.
**************
I rarely left her side. Once, I rang my bossto explain quickly and honestly: Mum had taken ill, Id be staying with her for now.
He listened in silence, then replied kindly, Dont worry about the trip, Tom. Ill cover it myself. You just look after your mum.
Thank you, I said quietly, grateful for his understanding.
If you need anything, just ring. Well help however we canmedicine, money, whatever
I politely declinedright then, all I wanted was to be with Mum. For her, my presence seemed the best possible medicine.
Days at the hospital crept by, steady and measured. Mornings brought doctors rounds, then tests, procedures, and gentle chat with the nurses. Elizabeth recovered little by little: her complexion warmed, her voice regained energy, the panic faded from her eyes. Still, the doctors advised she stay under observation a few extra days, just in case.
I stayed overnight in an unforgiving chair by her bed. At first it wasnt easy, but I adjustedknowing I could see her breathing, sleeping, waking up with a smile each morning meant everything.
One evening, as autumns gold light streamed through the window, Mum started talkingher words quiet but certain, as if shed held onto them for a long while.
You know, Ive always been afraid youd leave and not come back.
I looked up, really looking at hernot just as my endlessly gentle mother, but as a woman whod lived with silent worry for years.
Whys that, Mum? I asked gently, genuinely curious.
You were always so independent, she replied with a small smile. Even as a little boy, you wanted to tie your laces yourself, go to school yourselfyou wouldnt let me help. I was proud of you, so proud. But sometimes I felt I was losing you. That you werent the cheeky boy running home to me for a hug, but a grown man out on his own, never looking back
I listened in silence, her words warming something inside me. Id never realised that being independent had been hard for her as well as a point of pride. I thought it was the right thing: managing on my own, never troubling her.
Gently, I took her hand.
Im not going anywhere, I told her, meaning it. Youll always be the most important person in my life. I just didnt know I didnt know you felt that way. Im sorry.
She squeezed my hand, softly.
Now you do, she said, relief flickering in her smile.
I sat, holding her handwarm and familiar, thumb gently stroking the back.
Ill never leave you, Mum. You mean everything to me, I said, my voice low but sure.
She smiled, a little shaky but truly radiant. Tears welled up again, but this time there was peace behind them. She squeezed my hand as if to confirm to herself that I was still there, and everything was really alright.
I just want you to be happy, Tom, she said, her tone almost wistful. Family, children of your own You should remember there will always be people who love you, who you can rely on.
I thought of Hannahthe girl Id met just a few months earlier at work. She was calm, thoughtful, always ready to listen, always knowing just the thing to say. Each time I nearly told Mum about her, something held me backfear shed fret over losing my attention, or perhaps I simply couldnt find the words.
There is someone, I admitted at last, tripping over my words before forging on, Her names Hannah. We work together. Shes different. She gets me, even when I dont explain myself.
Mums face lit up with real interest, her old familiar smile returning.
Tell me about her, she urged, leaning up against the pillow.
So I did, rambling on for ages, painting a picture so vivid that Mum could almost see Hannah as I did. Confiding in her eased the last bits of worry inside me, as if Id finally let go of something precious.
I think shes the one for me, I finished, unable to suppress a smile. I was just afraid to tell you. I thought youd worry Id forget about you, that things would change
Elizabeth laughedher gentle, familiar laugh, only kindness in it.
Silly boy, she chided, patting my hand. Why would I ever stand in your way? All Ive ever wanted is for you to find your happiness. So long as you remember you have a mum who loves you, and whos always right here, no matter what.
I grinned, truly and openly, any lingering tension finally melted away.
Ill never forget, Mum. Thank you for everything.
***
Looking back, I realised how blind Id beenhow often Id taken Mums worries as mere fuss, never thinking what my absence really meant to her. Some thingslike a mothers heart, or a home-cooked mealcan never be replaced by money or fancy restaurants. That day, sitting by her hospital bed, I learnt that nothing in this world matters more than being present for those who love you. And I promised myself, no matter what, Id never forget it.
