I get one of these text messages every day. Every. Single. Day.
Let me try to paint a picture of this for you to help you understand the effort needed to click through all the numbers on an old flip phone to send a daily text.
My mom is into her 90’s (I’m not giving actual number because I’m her favorite), used to stand about 5’7″, but I think the years have taken a toll on her height and she doesn’t stand as straight as she used to so I’m thinking she is now closer to 5’5″. She was never very big, but now when you hug her there seems to be less of her in your arms. Her hands, that spent years caring for my six brothers and sisters, are now weakened and knotted up from arthritis. Her knuckles vary in size of large marbles to the about the size of a Titlist golf ball. The door knobs in her house now all have a silicon grippy things on them to help her open the doors so she can get out for her daily walk or yard work…and trips to church when they open back up. Her eyes filled with light, love and life will look through her thin framed glasses and look you in the eye when you talk with her. My smile, my laugh, my sense of humor, my love of telling a good story, and determination and refusal to give up all come from her.
Knowing that each letter in her messages take time, effort and a little discomfort…click click click….click…click click…click click click, makes the fact that she does this daily, without fail, even more special to me and my siblings. If they are anything like me, my brothers and sisters smile as I do when the early morning text notification comes in…and instinctively say “good morning mom” without even looking to see what sweet message we all get from her.
In a time that seems to be…well, full of uneasiness let’s say…a simple text can recharge your heart and fill it back up with love.
I love you mom.
Christopher
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