Taking Mom Out (of the house)


At 94 y.o. my mom bowls four days a week in senior leagues, can beat any of her grandchidren’s scores, and most of all loves to drive. Now, as part of a Phase III trial of an investigational medicine, she’s not allowed to drive. That hurts her deeply. She’s not happy about it because she is a go-er, not a home-body like me. She’s more like my sister (the fun sister), shopping, going to Disney World, just going for a drive. It’s been my joy to have Mom in our home for the past seven years, and I could never repay her for all she’s done for me. No one could have had a better Mom. Still, I go to work, come home and want to rest, not go out. On the weekends, I want to sleep in and/or work in the yard. I only go shopping when I HAVE to, not because I WANT to. So…for my one small act today I took Mom out with me where I got injections to my cervical spinal injury. Not fun? What? I TOLD you I’m not the fun sister. Honestly, the one small act came after the needles in the neck. We stopped at a local one-stop shopping center and I walked with Mom throughout the store until I was yawning. God gave me the grace to patiently look through tables stacked high with jewelry, 100+ varieties of inexpensive watches, rings made with elastic, pretty flowers, and on and on. Thank you for giving us grace, God. It’s just not in some of us. On my own, I go in and out as fast as possible. But I’m not on my own now that Mom can’t drive. That’s why God wrote for us, “But if a widow has children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God” 1 Timothy 5:4 (NIV).

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