Mom has been in Tulsa visiting with my Sister for two months. Now she is back in Louisiana with me and my family. She travels well and though she had a couple rough days previously (more about this in a later post), she has unpacked and seems quite content.
Today, as we made the 6 hour drive home, at one point we stopped for snacks. Mom, still as fiercely independent as possible, insisted on buying her own candy bar. She laid her Butterfinger candy bar on the counter and began to dig through her purse for the money to pay for her purchase. It took a bit of time to find all the loose coins, but the cashier was very patient. Then Mom began the slow process of trying to count out the correct amount of money. She fumbled. She paused. I wanted to step forward to give her a little help, but decided against it. The cashier helped her find the right combination of change and Mom accepted her assistance without hesitation. <sigh of relief>
Crisis averted.
Sometimes it's the smallest of things that make a big difference in someone's life..
Note to self: There are no "small" acts of kindness.
So good to see Mom again.
