Beauty Is in The Eye of The Beholder

 Mother’s Day story submitted to One Roof Living 

As my parent’s oldest daughter, the weight of responsibility was put on my shoulders at a very young age. I am grateful for the life and love my parents had provided for me. So, when the call to take care of my mother after her foot surgery came, I did not hesitate to step forward and volunteer.

It was one of the busiest seasons for my own small family. I left my daughters in the care of close friends and drove 45 minutes to be with my mom as she was rolled into the operation room.  During her surgery I took care of some business and made sure that my kids had been picked up from school.  After 3 hours of surgery, mom was rolled into the recovery room and the waiting began.

Half an hour turned into forty-five minutes and mom was still recovering from her anesthesia. I was starting to panic but the nurse assured me that everything was fine with my mother. My patience was about to pour over when mom slowly opened and closed her eyes. She reached over searching for my hand. I extended my hand and held her cold hands in mine. She then with difficulty, while eyes still closed, said: “Honey, have I told you lately…?”  I pulled closer and leaned over thinking she was about to tell me how much she loved me or appreciated me. Mom then opened up her eyes and continued to say: “Have I told you lately how much I think your face is in need of some Botox treatments?”

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