My mother had surgery on her foot last week. She’s been laid up at home and lives alone. Of course, I’ve been checking in on her, but I haven’t had a chance to spend much time with her since her surgery.
Tonight, Jeffery and I loaded the puppies into the car, stopped by the grocery store and then went to mom’s to spend the evening with her and make her dinner.
I made chicken Alfredo with broccoli and served it with garlic bread. It came out pretty good, if I do say so myself. We had a small cake for dessert, as we missed celebrating with her on her birthday, since she was in Phoenix visiting my brother. Then, I proceeded to polish off a bottle of wine (Moscato) as we spent the evening just hanging out with her and talking.
Yes, I had a lot of other things that I wanted and needed to do this evening. Honestly, I would like to have been home working on some artwork and cleaning house. But, I knew it would mean a lot to her if we spent the evening with her and had dinner with her and actually socialized with her instead of just stopping in to see if she needed anything and leaving right away.
We are home now, getting ready for bed, and I can’t help feeling satisfied that we spent the evening keeping my good old mom company. It was such a minor thing, and such a small commitment of time in the grand scheme of things, and yet, I know it meant the world to her. Sometimes it’s the little things…