Thursday, November 24, 2011

Bountiful Thanksgiving

My always funny, always delightful boys, Hubby, and I traveled to Indiana to spend the day with my dad, my sister and her husband, and after dinner, a short visit with mom. Because she's been having some rough days, we decided to break up the visits, with only a couple of us going at a time rather than all of us and tiring her out too much. While Mom was noticeably uncomfortable due to increased pain, she put on a smile and seemed to enjoy seeing her grandsons. They did their darndest to make her happy and accomplished doing so by telling Chuck Norris jokes. Those can definitely make a person laugh.

I have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, number one on the list being having the opportunity to be with my mom. Seeing her in pain, seeing her frustration, seeing her apart from her family gathered around a table filled with a bountiful feast make me sad, but seeing her smile at the boys and the boys give her hugs and hold her hand is priceless. I hope for just a second she was able to forget the pain, the frustration, and not being home.

What's to come is uncertain. I do know of one certainty though: my parents' unwavering devotion to one another. Throughout the time we spent visiting, my parents held hands. So much comfort can come from such a small gesture.

We all should hold hands more often.

1 comment:

J said...

This is a beautiful post.
People really should hold hands more often.