There is nothing spiritual in what you are about to read, however, I thought I would share a slice of my life as told to a reader in answer to an email, after reading email from some of you and your status statements talking about all you have to do. Are you enjoying your life the way God meant for you to do? All you have is today, tell someone you love them, share a smile, a scripture, a hug, with someone you love. Don’t ever let the sun go down on your anger, you might be sorry.
I wanted to share an open letter with all of you who read me regularly. Everything in this letter is still true except that it was written while both of my parents were both still living, it is almost a year now since mother died on Christmas Day.
Hello my friend!
It is always a tickle to hear from you! OK, you wanted to hear my philosophy on slowing down, as we get older, are you ready for it? As we get older we just realize that when we get up tomorrow all the work we didn’t do today will still be there, and since there are only so many hours in a day we just do what we can and why rush to get it done? Someone said something to me that was not just funny, it was true, he said, “No one is going to break into your house and do your housework, it will still be there when you get around to it.”
When my grandmother died I had a great realization. My grandparents lived next door to us in Atlanta on a tree-lined street I think trees are wonderful! In the summer we use them for shade, in the winter we watch as ice crystals form on the bare limbs and they are beautiful, but when you think of trees first thing you think is that they have leaves, right? In the fall of the year as the leaves would begin to fall my grandmother would go out with a broom to sweep the driveway and complain, “If I had a child, I wouldn’t have to do this myself”. One day as I was walking down the street she was sweeping and said that to me, I told her why not just leave them and let them be a cover for the ground? And then I said “Mama, no matter how many times you sweep those leaves, there are going to be that many more tomorrow and so what? They are going to keep falling and you are going to keep sweeping.” I also told her that if she enjoyed sweeping she should do it and consider it exercise and not complain about her children not wanting to do it. She died in the Spring of the year and that Fall sure enough all the leaves were still there, the beds still had to be made and dishes washed, all the things that were in her regular routine still needed to be done.
My mother is a clean freak; she has gotten older everything she always worried about still needs to be done. I realize that it will all be done again tomorrow, so I make sure all the dishes in the kitchen are clean or in the dishwasher when I go to bed, that the washing machine is doing it’s duty on the clothes and the dryer has a load, and check to make sure there is nothing unsanitary about the bathrooms. I can no longer polish all the furniture until I can see my face, or even vacuum the floor every day, I am living, I am taking care of and enjoying the last days of my parents lives and watching grandchildren grow, play drums, have boyfriends over. My son comes every evening to spend time with my dad and that makes his day. He always gives him an adjustment (my son is a Chiropractor) and looks at any boo-boos my mother has gotten by bumping into doors.
I have a full life, I go to bed tired every night and realize that I sleep so light listening out for them that I wake up not much more refreshed than when I lay down, but I am happy and I don’t mind that I don’t get everything done.
What you and your wife have is each other, I would give anything for that, enjoy each other and I bet if you grin at her and pinch her on the backside every now and then, she won’t mind if you don’t hurry to finish the paint job! There you have it, I think you got more than you bargained for, didn’t you? I am having a shower room built on my side porch so my dad can just roll out there and roll right into it and get over onto a built-in chair! It will be 8 feet long and 6 feet wide with two showers heads in there, I have made it big enough for he and my mother to both go in there, of course I don’t think he has ever seen her completely nude, except in the total darkness! So here I just say (as in the Psalms) Selah (stop and think on these things!) your old email buddy, Harolene
PS: My dad died without ever having used that shower. My advice to you is old and cliché, “Don’t worry, be happy”