Sharing My Day
At The Old Stone House
Did you ever have one of those days? You know what I mean. Some days I just wonder how useful I am any more. Slowly as the COPD progresses, it seems I can do less and less. So many things need to be done around the house and there are days that I just can't do any of it. Some times it gets overwhelming and then my family will pitch in and help. It amazes me that no one else is bothered by dust on the furniture or that things just need to be picked up or dishes in the sink. It is hard to just sit there and not be able to do what needs to be done and then I wonder just what my purpose is for being here.
My sister calls and asks me if I would like to get out for awhile. She has a lot of running to do, so I go along for the ride. I haven't been out in over a week. We stop for coffee, I feel so bad, she is so overwhelmed by things going on in her life. She has so many phone calls to make regarding my uncle's care, she does not know where to start. She has things going on at work and at home and here I am, with all this time and I am unable to help. We talk for awhile and she makes some calls from her cell phone and gets some things done.
On the way home, we talk a little, laugh a little, and even cry a little. We pull up in my  driveway and as I am getting out of the car, she says "thanks". I say to her, "for what?, I didn't do anything." And she says to me, "You do more that you know, I feel much calmer now."
As I let myself in the house I realize I am feeling a little bit better. I just sit down and the phone rings. It is my daughter. She is not happy with her job. She is not getting along well with her boss. She would like to quit her job and get a part-time job and go back to school so she can get into the medical field. We talk about the possibility of her doing this. She says "Thanks mom, I just need to touch base and talk to you, I feel better." Shortly after that the phone rings again. This time it is the woman from the school phone chain. It seems that they are taking up a collection for a gift for the teacher. I find myself telling her that I feel badly that I can't do all the things for my granddaughter that all these
young mothers do. I told her I was sorry that I couldn't talk long because I sit on a bench everyday by the door when the school bus goes up the hill so my granddaughter will see me. I am there every day and I want to be sure I am on time so she won't worry. She says "Your granddaughter is so lucky to have you waiting there when she comes home, so many of these children come home to empty houses."
Later on, I thought about my day as I sat in my chair, just maybe I am still needed around here. My granddaughter interrupts my thoughts, " I am having a problem grandma, can you help me with my homework?" Hmmm, maybe I do still serve a purpose around here after all!................Well, that's how my day was here at the Old Stone House. Hope you all had a great Day!!    

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