{Long post warning} When I was a little girl, mother worked third shift @ Western Electric. Every Wed morning shed bring me a hermit (cookie/pastry thingy) from the Cake Box bakery downtown. Id hear her come thru the door and hop up out of bed to get my treat. Mom would only let me have a bite or two because she didnt want to ruin my breakfast. This morning I stopped at Lamars and got her favorite, a glazed twist. There was a batch that just came out of the oven. I got one for mom. When I arrived at the nursing home to take her to dialysis, she saw the bag and her eyes lit up. She says those are still warm. Can I have just a bite?.. knowing she cant have any food before dialysis, I told her just one bite. She took a bite and the biggest smile came across her face. I put the rest on her table so she could have it after dialysis. Today, our roles were reversed. Instead of mother taking care of me, I am taking care of her. Life is a 360 degree circle. ~Have a great day.. stay safe.. keep it real... Peace~
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 12:52:33 +0000
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