Sunday, April 22, 2018

Through Eyes Like a Child

Through Eyes Like a Child

I am not always good a seeing the big picture. Most times, I get bogged down in right here, right now kind of problems. You know the kind, the I have a pile of laundry, I need to go to the grocery or even the seasonal psychotic episode of I have to get this yard and these flower beds cleaned up and ready for summer right this very minute.

The way I figure it, if the outside is clean and neat nobody knows that my house is a wreck, the laundry is piled sky high, the dog hair is about to take over and the sink is full of dirty dishes. You know it is just like social media put your best foot forward and people can only guess at the rest of the story.

Saturday, this crazy gardener girl broke out of her winter asylum. Plans were made, flowers were bought and tools loaded into the Kubota. I put on my work clothes and set out to whip this little plantation into shape. 

The husband was out of town, so the boy calls and asks me to help burns some weeds off the sweet corn patch. Of course, I tell him I will be there in a minute because who has time to be responsible for your oldest child setting the whole countryside on fire. Spoiler alert! It was a small controlled burn and we didn't even have to call the fire department. I love it when a plan comes together.

I get back to the yard work. My mother who has Alzheimer's decides she wants to help in the yard on this beautiful sunny day. We are working in the flower beds pulling weeds and raking leaves when the youngest comes outside to let me know that the boy called and said one of the cows was out.

So, we all load up and head to the barn. When we arrive, the boy has the rogue cow cornered on the backside of the barn. I run  to the gate behind the barn to open it because after all gate opener is my official title. While running to the gate, I was watching the crazy cow and not where I was going and step right in the middle of a giant steaming hot pile of cow crap. I open the gate, the boy  runs the angry cow through the opening and I head back to my yard work.

While working in the yard,  I would notice my mother would disappear for a while. Each time she returned she would tell me about the new baby kittens in the garage. This happened four or five times. Each time she told me about them it was like it was the first time she had seen them. The excitement and joy she shared when she talked about them was incredible.

You see, I could have spent my day focused on the things that I did not get accomplished. There were plenty of distractions but instead of being disgruntled about what I could have gotten done. I am going to thank God for showing me over and over again that seeing things like a child can bring such joy and happiness. There are plenty of times that Alzheimer's  causes me to be sad and angry but not today. Today, I am thankful for the opportunity to be part of my mother's life in these crazy beautiful messy days.

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