My Mother, My Tenant, My Friend

About two years ago, my tenant moved out and I was seeking a new downstairs neighbor.
My Dad showed the unit for me to some prospective tenants when I was unavailable. Afterwards, I asked him if he liked any of them. He said, "Yes, I got it rented. Your mother and I are going to sell our condo and move in!"
We had talked previously about this idea but decided they were better off in their condo. Not sure why they were now interested, I met with them to discuss this.
I had to ensure they weren't thinking I was going to be home playing cards with them every night! I also wanted to be clear that while I was enjoying my 'singleness', that one day I wanted someone in my life.
My Mom said, "Oh Natalie, why do you want a new bedpartner?"
I said "because I'm 46 not 86!" So they moved in.
A few months later, Dad died. This has caused some more changes in all our lives. Now Mom counts on me for her "wheels" and we have a routine of me stopping in to see her every morning on my way out the door and every night when I come in.
We go out weekly to the Greshville Inn with an ever-growing group of friends and family. She calls us "the Greshville Gang".
We go grocery shopping together. I take her to the funerals and viewing of those that pass on. We've gone to Bermuda on a cruise! I even bring some dates in to meet her!!
So she is not only my mom, my tenant, she's my friend and I love each and every day that I am blessed by having her nearby.

-- Natalie Rogers