Today, I Bought My Mother A Cane
Dear Blog,
It’s me, Valerie, are you listening? So much has happened these past few weeks and I’ve been meaning to sit down to have a heart to heart talk with you about what’s on my mind. I know I don’t share everything with you that I should, not because a lack of trust, it’s just that my walls of Jericho don’t crumble so easy. I let a few selected people in, I allow them to get next to me, for the others, I remain an enigma. I promise to let you in more often. Today, I am willing to open a window.
My mom has not been feeling well off and on for a while because of leg pain. She called me early this morning and asked if I could come by before I went to work. Never before have I seen my mom in a helpless situation, she could hardly walk, or maybe I have and was too dumb to notice. Over a decade ago, she announced to my brother and me (I also have a sister, and another set of siblings from my father) that growing up we were poor. We looked at each other in disbelief, none of us knew, why didn’t she tell us? Maybe we could have acted differently. She was always a pillar of strength in my mind and showed us nothing less.
It frightened me to see her that way, to see her in pain, to see her cry.
At times, going up and down the steps at home is impossible for her, so I checked in on her several times throughout the day. Four times, to be exact. She seems to be very happy with the cane and can get around a little. She looked at the picture instructions attached to the cane and asked if it adjusted. I said, “No, the adjustable one cost a lot of money and after seeing the price, I said you can bend.” We had a laugh.
I took her some dinner after work and some medication for the pain. I called her on the phone minutes ago and she’s feeling a lot better now and so am I. Three weeks ago, I bought my mother a washing machine. Today, I bought my mother a cane.
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My name is Valerie aka Natural and I will be writing about whatever is on my mind. I love teaching, dialogue, sharing and making people laugh. I never know what I'll share here but this is me, Thinking Out Loud.
It’s amazing how we take our mothers’ strength for granted. It’s more evident to me since reading “for one more day” really, since I became a mum too. Because they love us so much they hide their pain from us, and when they finally share - we wish we knew, maybe we could have been a better child. I’m happy that your mother is doing well and that you feel better. And I wish her a quicky recovery.
This is true Tondy, taking strength for granted. Well I got my reality check, she is human after all. I’ll still let her keep the cape.
I was a great kid. lol
Thanks. I hope things go well at the doctor’s tomorrow.
Amen on that mine was and still is a pillar of strength..but I am seeing more and more things like what happened to your Mother…I was always kind of hit and miss with staying in contact with her in years past ..but now a day doesn’t pass when I don’t check up on her.. and at least once a week we do something together.. even if it is just taking her grocery shopping..
Hey Mr. Bourne:
Well the first time is a shocker I guess. I’ve been more attentive to her. She went to the doctor and hopefully his regimen will work over time.
I hope your mother is continuing her speedy recovery. She’s lucky to have you. Some people don’t spend enough time with their mothers until it’s too late, then wish every day that they had those days back again so that they could just talk, listen, have coffee and share experiences… woman to woman… mother to mother. Highly recommend reading “For One More Day” for everyone who has a mother (and who doesn’t?)
Thanks Carol. She’s doing much better, but for how long is the question. I don’t want to read no book that is going to make me cry. I heard about that book..needs to be shipped with a bottle of Advil.