Thankful

I drove to get her at midday. She was there, waiting with a smile.

“Someone’s just gone to get me coat.” My mother-in-law said, in her strong local accent. I was glad the staff had remembered that we were taking her out. Usually I have to find her outdoor clothes. Not that I mind; she’s always so surprised and so glad to see us that any service we offer seems but small.

They say Mothers’ Day is the busiest day of the year for restaurants. I think it’s the busiest day of the year for care homes, too. I’d never seen so many visitors! The sight made me smile, yet I was more than a little sad for those whose visitors only turned up because it was a special occasion. Sadder still for those with no visitors at all. Is this what these elderly men and women deserve? Mind you, my MIL is lovely and her nature makes her easy to love. I’m not sure it’s as easy to love some of the other residents, especially the ones who shout a lot or spend all their time moaning. Who knows whether that’s their natural temperament or the result of some form of dementia? After all, they’re in a care home for a reason.

We got in the car, MIL and I, and drove to the pub, where we met the rest of them. Seven of us in an English pub on this dreary grey day, though the smiles all round made it seem warmer. It’s not been a bright spring day today at all. It was cold, for a start, and rainy. February cold. Brrrrr. On days like these it’s not so much England’s ‘green and pleasant land’ as England’s grey and dreary land. Still, the warmth of the company more than made up for the weather and the cheerful, obliging service from the local chef turned a very good pub lunch into an excellent pub lunch. Have you ever noticed how much a friendly face and a cheerful disposition can change an entire encounter?

After lunch we headed off to the Garden Centre. You know you’re getting old hurtling towards middle age when spending Sunday afternoon at the Garden Centre sounds appealing. Not for the first time was I glad we have the two extra seats in the back, so that we could all fit in the car. This car is so versatile and so cheap to maintain it really is a godsend (that’s another marker of middle age, I think, being pragmatic).

Home for a warming mug of tea when the queue in the cafe looked too daunting. The two girls snuggled up with Nanna on the sofa bed watching a DVD (one of the benefits of not having a free-for-all with TV is that when they do watch it they think it’s a treat). I’m just about to pop the kettle on for a proper Sunday tea, complete with wedding-gift tea set and cake stand with dainty treats sausage rolls.

EMDR again tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. Daniel facing the lions’ den? Yes, pretty much. But more so, because I know those lions will be roaring in my face tomorrow morning and I’ll just be sitting there, clutching my Bagpuss (part of my comfort box) and clinging to hope.

And now, Lord, what do I wait for and expect? My hope and expectation are in You.

Psalm 39:7 (Amplified)

Yet I can’t help but just be so very, incredibly, overwhelmingly thankful.

Happy Mothers’ Day x

2 thoughts on “Thankful

  1. How interesting that the Brits hold Mother’s Day in this month; we hold it in May. But everyone still takes mom out to eat, wherever we are!

    Hugs. I know this EMDR is difficult. Praying for God to give you comfort and healing in all the hurt places.

    • Yes, it was traditionally ‘Mothering Sunday’, when everyone would go back to their ‘mother church’ for the day. As church attendance declined around 100 years ago, maybe less, it was decided to make it more about saying thank you to one’s mother, after the American fashion. I think that’s right, anyway.
      Praying for you and your family too at this difficult time.

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