Mother’s Day
I agonized over what to bring her for Mother’s Day, knowing that she can’t really focus on a card, nor flowers, nor clothes because I’ve tried it all before. She responds to food once you get it into her mouth, but cupcakes were already on the menu for the Mother’s Day tea. Still, it pains me to come empty handed so I found a special cupcake decorated like a beautiful magnolia made of sugar petals! Imagine my dismay when it flipped over in the special container on the drive home yesterday. There I was empty handed again. So I made a stop at the last minute today to dampen my guilt only to find ZERO cupcakes left, no flowers and no time to search before tea time. Of course, I found her snoozing on the sofa as usual and gently nudged her awake in time to get us great seats at the party. Note to self for her birthday on the 17th: all she really wants is a back rub, actually more of a back scratch. It relaxes her and puts a smile on her sweet face every time. The tea party background music was old southern gospel and after the cake, coffee and punch, she was soon tuning into the refrains about Jesus with eyes closed. As I retraced our steps walked back to where I found her, she recognized the sofa waiting for her with the azalea wall mural in the background. I kiss her temple and remind her I’ll be back soon. In the parking lot before I leave, I thank God again for my mother and our time together and find the song by Selah that has eased that lonely ride away from her many times. God is always right on time. “Hello, Grace.”
