My mom is going in for a fifth surgery and all she asked for were new PJ’s.
Done 🙂 with bubbles to boot.
Over the last few years, she’s been poked, prodded, cut, stapled, glued and now for the first time she’s reviewing her life when I visit.
She shared regrets and successes, her love of my dad, high-heeled shoes, diamonds, feather boa’s, poodles and the beauty shop.
When I was ready to leave we hugged and she said, “Promise me, my sweet girl, that you’ll cherish yourself and find happiness everyday because that’s all there is.”
Still hugging … when did my 80-year-old mother become a spiritual being?
I promised her, fingers crossed, realizing that although I practice that philosophy everyday, I know full well that I haven’t mastered it yet.
When we finally let go of the hug, she looked up at me and quoted Hillel the Elder verbatim … “If I am not for myself who is for me? And being for my own self, what am ‘I’? And if not now, when?
I’ll admit to being a little shocked, considering that this quote was coming from a woman who never opened a book.
I kissed the top of her pink baseball cap, got into my car and the paradigm sifted.
It seems that I have a lot or very little to do. 😉
Here’s to better days ahead! Happy New Year!