A Lesson Well Learned from a Not so
Productive Day!!
Upon rising this morning I had such
positive thoughts. I am a "to-do" list person. Sometimes it keeps me
grounded but sometimes my list can be an aggravation. My list looked like
this this morning:
1. Mail Cards and
Letters.
2. Check on The Bills in Congress.
3. Vacuum my
apartment.
4. Clean the bathroom.
5. Clean mirrors and glass
table tops.
6. Finish Christmas list.
As time in my life progresses
with having pd I am noticing slight changes from week to week. What I am
finding most bothersome is my ingestion of protein. I am finding that if I
have had too much protein even the day before my mobility the next day will be
questionable. So far today I have accomplished 1 and 2 on my list. I am
okay with just getting #1 and #2 done. What I am having trouble with is my
protein sensitivity. It has become so acute lately. A clear sign of
progression. I found myself dwelling on this. Then something phenomenal
happened.
My next door neighbor(Sharon) went
out of town this morning. She had left my Christmas card with her
neighbor(Mrs. Little) because I could not make it to the door this morning.
Finally, after my meds turned on, I went to Mrs. Little's to pick up my
Christmas card. It was upon visiting with Mrs. Little that God took me on
a journey. Mrs. Little gave to me a picture of my mother when she
was 5 years old. Much to my surprise was that my brother's little girl
(Whitney) who is now 5 years old is the spitten image of my Mama at that same
age. It took just one old picture to lift the heaviness of my heart. I thanked
Mrs. Little and for the rest of my day I have been content thinking of past
memories.
I remember when I was just a little
girl my grandfather and I would put a salt and pepper shaker in our britches
pockets and we would meander down to the country garden where we would pluck off
the juiciest tomatoes this side of Texas. Grandpa and I would pick out a big
shady tree to sit under, take out our salt and pepper shakers, plop down, knock
the dirt off of those "choice-picked", salt and pepper them "just so" and
commence to eating them. Now talk about a little piece of heaven....the
tomatoe and the making of the memory was my little piece of heaven today.
That memory led to the memory of me and my grandmother make homemade southern
biscuits. It was almost as if I could actually smell the bread and hearing
me and grandma giggling like two little girls.
The making of these memories taught
me to appreciate the little things. I could choose to get down about what
the pd has robbed me of today. What a waste of time that would be!
How can I be sad? With all the blessings and beauty that I have already
been given in my life I can only choose to be thankful today for this
day.
Now for the rest of my day I will
be remembering some new memories that I made while traveling and see what other
lessons I can learn today. Much love and hope...Sandy