“Small World”

As I’m sitting in a window seat high in the sky watching fluffy white clouds go by, I can’t help but think about my mom. Mom is 88 and she loves clouds. I know that when I show her the pictures, she will tell me she wants to go up in a plane. I also know that there isn’t much of a chance that will happen. My Mom’s world has gotten very small. She gave up driving a while ago when she realized how scary it was for her and the freedom of driving wasn’t much fun anymore. Now she enjoys very simple things like just having family and friends to talk to and laugh with. We’ve become her world and it is indeed very small. Never in my life has my presence meant so much to someone, and there is no way I would have ever imagined it would be this way.

We know that the generation before us will need us someday, but the level of need is something we can’t understand until we experience it. And I suppose someday, I will be there and understand in a whole new way… a way that now I cannot imagine.

So, I celebrate! Every new day and every ability that I have. I celebrate my independence and before the time comes that I have it no longer, I will use myself up! I will do everything for myself that I can because I can. The world is a big place for me, and though she doesn’t know it, my mom is teaching me that.

Everyone’s world will become small one day. Maybe if we are thankful, we seize the days, and we use ourselves up, that small world will be just enough.