My 83 year-old mother was a beautiful young woman and is still a beautiful woman. Oh, I know, you have to look beyond the aging, but the eyes still sparkle with the spirit and beauty that was and is my mom.
It is hard for a previously independent person to slowly discover all that was is slipping away. That came for my mother this past year, when she suffered three severe in-home accidents. The last one nearly killed her, and it was like God was shouting to all of us, “Time to give up self-pride, and go where the precious person will be taken care of and kept safe!”
It has been difficult for all of us, especially her. Phone calls reveal her pain and frustration. But, on Monday Feb. 14, she called me. Her voice was my young mom’s voice, filled with laughter and clever thoughts. “Well, Susie! You’ll never guess what I am! I am the ‘Valentine Queen’ of Eastside Care!...” She went on and told me about the big party the staff put on, and how every resident and staff member voted, and she won the Valentine crown! Not only that, everyone has been “…bowing and scraping, calling me ‘Your Majesty’ as I pass…” And then she laughed, just like she used to when we were in her kitchen on the farm, listening to the radio.
I will take and treasure all the laughter she can give me, my Valentine Queen.