Never Ever Dull
With every conversation, I always seem to end with "Never a dull moment"....our lives are rich, complex, and beautiful stories. Join me in laughing about everyday things and appreciating life-bumpy roads and all.
“It will be ok,” she would murmur as she finished up washing my hair. I’d feel for the terry cloth towel and wrap it pretzel-twisty style around my head. Flopping the leftover towel across my shoulder, I would retreat, so glad that the ordeal of shampooing my hair was completed. I still remember the turquoise formica counters and the white porcelain sink which had to be cleared of the dishes my siblings and I would leave behind. It’s not hard to retrieve these memories, because I’m reliving it now. Again. But it’s different. I notice her push her walker to her side and hear her ask if the water is the right temperature. I reassure that it's just right as I encourage her to place her head near the faucet. I massage in the blue shampoo that she keeps by the sprayer for my visits. She talks and talks, loving the time that’s given only to her instead of attending to her bills, stocking her fridge, and fixing items on her repair list. I’ve learned to slow down and let her chatter, realizing how precious these moments are and how I should have slowed down years before. Yet, my life was full raising my own and trying to keep everything spinning. But was it that busy? Do we all keep our own agendas at the forefront of our lives? Why do we do this? I ponder a lot as I listen to her discuss the new pastor that she’s heard all about and who hasn’t even moved to town yet and how her friend brings in her mail every day after she visits the grocery store in the mornings and why she has to visit the store every morning is an ongoing mystery. We finish up our routine and I wrap her hair up with the terry cloth towel. She asks if I have everything ready to curl her hair to finish up my salon treatment. I watch with misty eyes as she maneuvers that walker back into the room where she carefully sits down ready for the next step in getting her hair "fixed up." I smile and pray that God gives me just a little bit more time. Time that will allow me now to say over and over to her that "it will be ok" and that I'm right here for her.
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AuthorFun-loving mom to 4 kids and 1 big puppy. Fifth grade teacher of amazing little people who have never ending things to share with me. Love to discuss Jesus, diy projects, and life. Trying to keep it simple: Love Jesus, love people. Archives
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