April 24, 2024
I always enjoy it when I get
to spend time with my girls. One was born to me, and one became the daughter of
my heart soon after we met, when she began to date my second son. She is the
mother of three of my grandchildren, one of whom is with the Lord.
The two women consider
themselves sisters to each other, and that’s solid. And despite the differences
in their appearances, one needs only to hear them bantering with each other to
decide that yes, these two women are most definitely sisters.
On this past Monday the three
of us went to the nearest Costco – about a twenty-five-minute drive from home.
After our shopping spree, we were then heading a little farther afield, to have
supper at the Mandarin—a Chinese buffet chain of restaurants thriving in this
province. It was a rare Ladies’ night, and I loved every moment of it.
Since we were going in my
daughter’s vehicle, I left my mobility scooter at home and took my walker,
instead. Three women shopping at Costco? You know that’s going to be a lot of
purchases to load into the vehicle. The walker takes up less room, and I wasn’t
worried about the loading of the groceries, because daughter is an excellent Tetris
player.
My plan was to use one of Costco’s
mobility scooters for shopping. Then I would use my walker at the restaurant.
Aside from making the act of walking easier than using a cane, the walker
served a second purpose by holding my plate(s) of food safe until I reached our
table again.
A side note, a slight
digression: as we were leaving the restaurant, I had a slip of the tongue and
referred to my walker as my stroller. After a great deal of laughter, the girls
decided they would refer to the device as my stroller from now on.
I have a grandson who has been
a proud employee of Costco for more than a decade. We’ve been to that location
several times, and never seen him. This time, however, we did. Second daughter
spotted him first. She pointed and said, “isn’t that one of yours?”
We had a nice if short visit,
in two parts. When my granddaughter brought her husband his supper about twenty
minutes later, they found us in the store, and so I got two hugs on Monday.
Added to the joy of spending time with both girls, it was a banner day, indeed.
I cherish my family, and love
nothing more than spending time with them. Despite that, and other than our
daughter, we don’t get to spend much time with the rest of them. Everyone is so
very busy, and I don’t hold that against any of them. I reach out to my
grandchildren via text from time to time, just to keep those lines of communication
open.
The hardest part of family is
that it is comprised of people who have just as much free will as you yourself
possess.
I have never, ever forced
myself on other people. Has that been a mistake over the years? Should I have
pushed and insisted on a closer contact? I can’t answer that. I can only say
that I am the way I am, and my nature has always tended toward the
non-confrontational. Relationships, after all, really are two-way streets.
Now as April is in its last
full week, we hear from the weather network that parts of this province are
possibly going to experience a late spring snowstorm! So far, that doesn’t
appear to be us. But if there’s one thing that I’ve learned in my several
decades on this planet, it’s this.
The unexpected shouldn’t be
unexpected at all because it’s inevitable—and sometimes powerfully fierce.
So do yourself a favor and
learn how to tuck and roll.
Love,
Morgan
https://www.bookstrand.com/morgan-ashbury
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