I've blogged about my mom before and if you've read the blog (July 2010), then you know what a special person she was. Few days go by that something doesn't remind me of her, and rarely ever is it something that doesn't make me smile.
Mom spent the last year of her life in an assisted living facility pretty much next door to the hospital where I worked. She was no longer able to stay home alone, and so it was a choice that had to be made. While all the staff were wonderful to her and she grew to love them, she desperately missed being at home, and so I tried to be in and out throughout the day doing little things for her.
She didn't get around very well and so she spent most of her day sitting in a little rocking chair by her bed. The chair had a little foot stool which she used religiously, so of course, her feet were always in her direct line of vision. I begged for months "Mom, let me paint your toenails! They'd be a much prettier site to stare at all day!"
"No", she'd say, "no need to go to all that trouble!"
I kept on though, and finally one day she relented. I polished her toenails a fire-engine red and she absolutely loved it!! I never had to ask again. It became part of our routine and one that we both looked forward to. I loved it ~ laughing and talking with my mom, and painting her toenails red!
It's a sweet memory!
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