Washing of Feet

Last weekend, my mom asked me to come over and help do a few things for her and my Grandma.  One of those things was giving my Grandmother a bath.  She is 90 years old, blind, and very unstable on her feet.  That particular week, my grandmother’s helper had the previous day off and was unable to give her a bath, so I was more than happy to help.  I’ve only lived back home since October, and before that my amazing sister-in-law and cousin have always been there to help her when needed…so it was very nice to be able to help her finally.

I was humbled beyond belief as I washed her body and hair…being extra gentle as not to scratch her delicate, frail skin or scalp.  I know this is something that she had done for me as a baby and young girl for years, along with my mom of course, but it’s quite a different experience as an adult now bathing a grandparent.  After her bath was finished, it was time for lotion. I doused her with it from top to bottom, but what I didn’t expect was my reaction as I rubbed lotion on her feet.

I poured lotion on my hands, then started to gently massage it in, taking extra time with each one (because as one who loves to have her feet rubbed…I know it feels wonderful!).  Out of nowhere, I started crying.  Sobbing really.  My tears dripped all over her feet, but I simply rubbed them in along with the lotion…pretty sure she didn’t notice.  I couldn’t explain the tears, nor the overwhelming emotions of how special it was for me to do that for her.  I immediately thought of Jesus as he washed the feet of his disciples – showing and teaching them how much better it is to serve rather than be served.  As I continued, it felt as if my soul was being cleansed of a few things that were starting to cause some pretty bad stains. That alone brought me a joy I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I wept silently.  She couldn’t see me of course, and to my knowledge she never heard me, although I kept wiping my face with her dry washcloth and I think she was wondering what the heck I was doing.  I felt rather silly at one point, wondering what was wrong with me.  I couldn’t seem to stop the tears no matter how hard I tried.  (And no…it wasn’t ‘that time of month’.  Lucky for me those days are over!  LOL!)  In the end, she got an extra long foot massage just so I could calm down, but she didn’t complain.  I know my time with her on this earth is growing short, and I guess being able to perform that one act of love and kindness to her meant more to me than anything that day.  Time spent with my mom and dad, my brother and sister-in-law…those moments are so special to me being back home.  Although I’m still learning my way around town, and trying to make some new friends…I know one thing for sure – I am home, and exactly where God wants me.  For now.

Until next time,

Enjoy your next cup of tea or coffee, or latte, with someone you love and never take those moments for granted.  They are precious…and few.



Coffee with George

My morning started out with such good intentions of writing on my second book and getting past 40k words.  Good goals right?  I thought so.  Before I started my day however, I stopped by to visit a friend as I had promised.  George is about 89 (or 90…he’s very mysterious about his age) and I met him at Starbucks almost two years ago.  After passing each other every morning for a year, I decided to get to know him.  He just looked like someone who needed a friend.  At first, it was just small things.  A Coffeefriendly ‘hello’ or a ‘how are you’ as I passed by.  Then one day he invited me to sit and chat and we started to learn a little more about one another.  That was a year ago, and today, my coffee with George lasts at a minimum of 15 minutes before I head off to work and we’ve added an occasional Saturday visit.  George has no family nearby, and from what I can tell, I may very well be George’s only friend.  Outside of his friends at Starbucks of course…   🙂

Today’s visit lasted almost three hours.  When I arrived, I could tell he wasn’t feeling all that well and he was a bit wobbly.  His fridge was also empty, so I offered to take him grocery shopping, thus stepping a little bit further into George’s world.   He knew almost everyone we passed in the store at his local grocery, and they seemed to adore him as well.  He kept telling me how much he enjoyed having someone walk with him through the store and remind him of what he needed.  For that alone, I am glad I altered my course for today and spent time with him.

My visits with George make me miss my family and my Grandmother even more.  Moments like today remind me how precious my family is and over the last several years, I’ve missed out on many of those moments.  I’m not sure when or if I’ll ever get back home, but I do know my priorities in life are changing in that sense.  I’m grateful for coffee with George.  It’s very rewarding to know that I’m helping brighten another person’s life in a what is such a small thing for me, but has a very big impact on him.  It also reminds me to appreciate all the blessings I have and not to waste any more of my time on the things that don’t matter or make a difference to someone else in this life.

road1Where will your road take you today?  If your road takes you to a new place, I hope you take time to enjoy it and know that you are on that journey for a reason.  Even if you encounter a dead end, you can always turn around and find a new route to your destination.  And on your way, don’t forget to stop for coffee!  You may just find someone who needs a friend.

Until next time…

My Birthday Blog

Today is my birthday!  It turns out I celebrate the SAME birthday as the incredible popular kid’s show…SESAME STREET!  You’ll have to Google that little fun fact and and do the math…I’m not giving it away that easy!  It was one of my favorites growing up and I have many fond memories of watching it with my brother and my mom.  Do you have a favorite character?  Mine has always been Grover, with Big Bird coming in a close second.  I like Grover for his auspicious grit and relentless drive to be everyone’s super hero, for his uncanny ability to make kids feel special and loved, his cute gravely voice and big pink nose, for his fun sense of humor, and of course for his beautiful blue fur – not too long, not too short.  groverSounds like the perfect man right?  Ha! 

I’m not sure what the Sesame Street crowd will be doing today, but I for one am starting my birthday out a little different that in past years.  First, I’m in my hometown of Illinois this weekend visiting my family…just me!  A mom’s getaway if you will.  So far, my morning has been filled with two of my favorite things – coffee and writing!  The rest of the day is unwritten as of yet, but I see a pedicure in my future and cooking with my mom to get ready for my Grandma’s birthday party tomorrow.  She will celebrate 89 years on Tuesday, and since I’m in town, we are going to celebrate her big day with a party!

This evening?  Well, that’s just for me and my wonderful girlfriends from high school.  We rarely get to see each other, and since three of us celebrate birthdays all within the 2nd week of November, we have planned an evening of fun, laughter, rehashing old memories, some good food, and hopefully a bottle of wine will be opened and shared too!

Birthdays are celebrated by some, but not by all of course.  I’m one that has always enjoyed my special day though.  It belongs ONLY to me (okay fine…and the thousands of other people who were born today), but it’s still MY day, unlike all the other sweet sixteenholidays that are shared with the masses and glamorized by commercial retailers.  My mom always made a big deal of my birthday and I guess she spoiled me a little by that, especially on my SWEET 16th!  She invited all my friends, decorated the garage, acquired a local band loved by many, and pulled off one of the BEST surprise parties I’ve ever had!  It was rather magical if I do say so myself and a night I’ll never forget. 

Well, that’s it for now – I have a fun day ahead!  Thanks spending a few minutes of my birthday with me today!  I hope your day is as special as you and I look forward to your next visit!