I have been gone awhile and I apologize. My intention has been to be on here on at least twice a week, but life happens and stuff gets in the way. So here I go again.
While busy recouperating from surgery, I tried to visualize momma sick. Sounds weird, I know, but I don't recall her ever being sick enough to stay in bed. Not until the cancer at least. I cannot think of a single time she needed aspirin for a headache, pepto for a stomachache, or anything else. If she did, we were not made aware of this. Which brings me to my point.
Why do we (and I include myself) relish in regaling others with our maladies? Is it for the sympathy? Maybe to show how "stout" we are to persevere through such trials. But it is something we all do. Everyday to some extent.
I don't remember momma complaining more than once. She stood on her feet most days at work. Eventually it caught up to her and they began to hurt. I remember her being upset because all that could be done for her foot pain was surgery and she did not have time for that. With that the conversation ended. We might catch her rubbing her feet, but she didn't complain. Her hands had callouses from weeping, mopping and keeping a garden, but I never noticed a bandage covering a blister or cut.
Momma was what would have been known as a staunch New Englander. She just carried on, no matter what. There was work to be done, children to tend and life to enjoy. She did not have time to be sick and lie in the bed.
So,in retrospect, I would love to be able to give her one day just to lie around, read a book and listen to music. No worries, no pain, just life.
But then again she has that now. No one deserves it more. She worked hard, loved her family and never complained. Would that we all could emulate her.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma- I miss you as much today as I ever have.
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