This is my mother…

When we were in Arlington this weekend, I noticed my mother was having more trouble than usual getting into the car. Upon closer inspection I realized she had a bruise on her chin.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Oh, well…I fell the other day,” she said reluctantly.

“WHAT?!” I gasped in horror.

“I fell outside on the stairs that go to the basement and I couldn’t get up.”

The old “Help! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” commercial immediately came to mind.

“Oh no! What did you do?” I asked.

“Well, since I couldn’t get up, I just stayed there on the ground for awhile.” My heart was breaking into a million splintery shards as I pictured my elderly mother face planting on the cold hard ground.

She started to grin and continued, “And then I noticed there were some weeds right where I’d fallen. So, since I couldn’t do anything else, I started pulling out the weeds. After a little while I could get up again.”

Yep. That’s my mother.

Mom gets her banged up leg bandaged.

My sister bandages my mom’s banged up leg.

Enhanced by Zemanta

One thought on “This is my mother…

  1. Pingback: Lessons from My Mama | o wonderful, wonderful

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s