So you start the day out with good intentions. Ah, that time when you
first awaken tucked down in that warm nest that lulled you to sleep.
Well, good intentions flew out the window when I did that first stretch
of the morning. It has been years since it happened, but on this morning
my back decided that any intentions would be impossible.
I
hate how incapacitating back pain can be. The only relief, if you can
call it that, is not to move a muscle. So I managed to find some pain
pills and popped one down before painfully making my way to the coffee
pot. Yep, got to have that coffee to at least jump start my basically immobile body. I am ready for that second cup of coffee now but
wondering how quickly I can get is poured so I can get back to the
heating pad and immovable position. Coffee? Pain? Hm. I'm sure I can get
that coffee if I really try.
Back pain is indeed
incapacitating. Having had a history of it, you would think that I would
plan my supplies for the eventuality of such an attack. The heating pad
should be at chest height, not on a bottom shelf. Ouch! A tray with the
remote, phone and place for coffee should be placed in same location
within easy reach. Instead the tray is on bottom shelf, remote and phone
in locations calling for my aching body to bend. I could lie down, but
that at the moment seems a little like climbing the Himalayan Mountains.
Not going to happen.
I try to get sympathy, but that
seems in small supply. My son James is quick to point out my stupidity
from yesterdays events. My guy Loren is right up there, too. So what if I
lifted Emma on Easter Day. Those days of holding her are almost over
(well, maybe over). I am blessed if she has time for her MeMe. So why
would I pass it up? Okay, our games ended me up with a black and blue
chin when we connected head to chin. Isn't it worth it to have an all
out day of play? What's a little, er, big bruise when you make a memory.
So what if I can't move today. I need sympathy!
I
sit here weighing the facts. Partly because I don't want to move and
partly because I am sure you understand. Our grandchildren
(especially those who are last) make us push our limits. We want their
memories of us to be full of the fun and the closeness we shared. I have
learned to sit longer on the floor, to once more move down the stairs on
my derriere as we play train. I can do the hokey pokey and turn myself
around. Frankly, that's what its all about.
Our Easter
was extra special this year. Our church has a cross that on Easter is
wrapped with wire fencing in which the children can insert the stems of
spring flowers. Emma and Nolan were the last to leave the cross as they
were having such a great time making it beautiful. The Easter egg hunt
on the church lawn was different this year since the kids are older and
their baskets filled more quickly. My son created a wonderful meal that
we shared with those we cherish. The house was filled with Easter love.
For Loren and I, we are looking for a home together and want so much to
continue lovely, new traditions. So why not give it my all this year.
My
heart is content, but my need for coffee is ever so strong. I look at
the pot and am considering the heating pad that is cooling rapidly. This
big event that will include much pain seems to be worth the effort. I
know the pain will disappear in a day or so. Just as Easter will fade
until we come around the calendar once more. Emma, I won't be lifting
you next year. You will be a couple inches taller and a few pounds
heavier. I will be a bit older and maybe a little smarter (not counting
on that). But the memories we make, the efforts we put forth to build
relationships (and get a cup of coffee) are well worth a little struggle
to get there.
Well, here goes!
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