Last night, my mom and I had a small argument. She told me that she and her old friends were planning a holiday tour, just like they used to do years ago. They agreed to do it one last time while they still could.
But my mom is a senior now. She sometimes suffers from arthritis and takes medication for it. I immediately started pointing out all the “what ifs” — what if she gets tired, what if her pain gets worse, what if something goes wrong?
Today, something unexpected happened. I met a sweet, bubbly elderly lady in a wheelchair, and we instantly became friends. She allowed me to take her picture, but only on one condition — that I tell everyone she is 93 years young! I told her that she and her pink hair completely made my day. She laughed and said,
“Well, I refuse to be that little old white-haired lady!”
On my way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her cheerful spirit. Then my thoughts shifted to my mom. What if my constant worrying is actually making her feel bad? What if, instead of protecting her, I’m holding her back from enjoying life?
That’s when I realized something important. From now on, I want to help my mom enjoy life and live it to the fullest — while she still can. ❣️♥️
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