Sweet Mama turned 88 on the 8th. All she wanted to commemorate the day was pizza and a tie-dye cake. She got both, and then some.
My mother never ceases to amaze me. She is the poster-child for the slogan “growing old ain’t for sissies,” yet she always has a smile and she’s always happy. Even if she’s always cold and in pain.
Her active life slowed considerably when the osteoporosis crippled her and macular degeneration blinded her. Now she spends days on end in front of the TV watching game shows, news, and preachers. She can’t see a lot, but as she’s always fond of telling us—when we’re whispering about her in the kitchen—there’s nothing wrong with her hearing. The one thing she’s looking forward to most is the day MSB and I finally get to close on that house we found less than a mile from her own. She needs me there. She needs help. But she amazes me how much she’s able to do on her own. She has always been able to figure out how to get something done, but now she’s also figuring out how to get folks to help her.
Mom’s the one who gave me my love of Bible study, the one who taught me how to do it. She was my source of godly wisdom as I grew and matured and my best friend throughout my life.
And now, she’s 88 years old, and despite all her handicaps, she still has a zest for life and tie-dye cake!