It is too easy to think about what my mom cannot do anymore. Make a list, and lament. But, there’s much to be grateful for. For one thing, how mom is so cheerful in the mornings. The following is a typical morning:
She wakes herself up, anytime between 6.30am and 8am. Goes to the bathroom. Folds her blanket up.
Makes her bed and changes her clothes. Cleans the floor with a wet rag. Switches on the TV.
Hum a little tune.
A special effort to greet me, singing, “Good Morning!” (She doesn’t hear me if she doesn’t see me, but when she sees me, she greets me).
Then she gets her own breakfast.
Makes a cup of tea. With too much sugar, I think. The sugar runs out faster these days. It’s okay.
Gets a large plate, and makes a sandwich with butter and kaya. Cuts up her sandwich into 9 squares. I’ve stopped asking her why. It’s okay.
And she savours her sweet breakfast.
It’s a good morning. It will be a good day!