Tonight we are celebrating the return of Mom's hearing - at least to the quality it was before a week ago. The culprit was a sizeable bit of dried blood that had moved up against her eardrum. As soon as the nurse in the walk-in clinic began rinsing out the ear, Mom started noticing a difference. I believe the relief she feels has even overridden her other health worries, which puts her back into a positive frame of mind. And that is something that I will celebrate, as well.
So, life is "good" again and we are reminded to be grateful for little things. Mom is 95 and, although I know we won't have her with us forever, I am thankful for the here and now and for the quality of life she still has. I treasure her tough spirit and sensitivity, both of which she has passed on to our children.
And thank God for
laughter over silly things;
for green hillsides, written words,
and sight enough to see them both;
for the flit of hummingbirds,
the fabric of family,
and Mom hovering in the kitchen doorway
whenever I am in a hurry.
I am glad she is there,
to make me slow down
and appreciate
the little things.
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