|Mom with one of my brothers|
My mom was raised in a family that worked hard. Everyone was expected to contribute. What she learned in her humble upbringing she practiced all her life as a professional nurse, wife, mother and homemaker. Along the way she learned to be tough, not in a bad mean spirited or grade school name calling way, but tough where she could take pain and inconvenience without one complaint. Which leads me to my most recent story of her toughness.
First. She still lives in the same home that I grew up in from fourth grade through college. My Dad has been gone for ten years this June. She still drives, shops for groceries, goes to Shiloh Methodist Church every Sunday and gardens, albeit in a smaller plot. She just can't manage the whole half side of the garage garden space anymore. So my brother plowed under her strawberry patch, and that's where she plants a few onions, radishes and spinach early in the season, and later - tomatoes, peppers and cucumbers. She told me last week when I called to verify her potato planting secrets that she misses planting peas and potatoes because they are her favorite dish around the fourth of July - creamed peas and potatoes, yes, I can taste them at the mere mention.
So about ten days ago she returned from the store and then parked and closed the garage door - all good. When she retrieved the bag of dog food from the car trunk, she accidentally closed the trunk on the tip of her left thumb. Okay, I'll pause while you cringe and scream aloud. So, if you're me, and you live five hundred miles away and she's telling you what happened, how do you react? I'm still reacting just writing it down and sharing it with the world. Yikes, ouch, darn, s-word, another four letter word, damn and blast (what they say in the UK) and you fill in the rest. She kept going and told me the rest of the story, which is that she got her thumb out (somehow) by just moving and wedging it out, over several seconds in time. She says..."you know your thumb is quite flat on one side, so it has some give." Give, I say, "Mom, we need to get you an emergency necklace button, like, yesterday!" "NO, I haven't fallen and can't get up...I've got a stuck thumb in the trunk of my car, come and get it out NOW!"
The story is not over, remember she's tough. So she goes in the house where she's already made her usual lunch before going to the store - bologna and sliced colby cheese on buttered, white bread with either grapes or sliced apples on the side. Before sitting down to her lunch, she finds an old frozen ice-pack in the back of the freezer, and then ices her thumb through the meal and the rest of the day. Okay, top that!
Just so you know she's fine. My brother drove her to the walk in clinic a few days later. She had to have some holes poked in the thumb nail to relieve the swelling and clots. She didn't take any pain medication, or even look away while the doctor did the procedure. No, that's my Mom, Madylene, she's one tough lady. Join me and wish your Mom a very Happy Mother's Day. If your Mom has passed away, wish another Mom the very best and please, help them with their groceries.