This is a guest post by Jane Knuth.
My mom, Dottie, is 89 years old and lives with us. She volunteers for funeral dinners and at the thrift store each week. She drives her four-wheel-drive Jeep only during daylight and avoids taking the freeway. Her book club keeps her reading a novel or two every month, along with the daily newspaper and five magazine subscriptions. She belongs to two ladies lunch groups and one mixed-gender dinner club.
She raised eight offspring, and I expect six of them and their spouses will be here for breakfast on Mother’s Day morning after the 8:45 Mass. Ten out of the 17 grandchildren will also turn up some time during the day. The out-of-state relations will each phone to chat for 20 minutes, which will fill up the rest of Mom’s day.
Because she has a small apartment, the gifts will consist of hanging flower baskets for her porch, edible delicacies, and gift cards for restaurants and bookstores.
After the food is eaten, the gifts unwrapped, the guests departed, and the phone stops ringing, Mom will sit down gratefully in her easy chair and say, “Well, that was a pretty good day. Everyone seems to be doing fine.”
And she’ll pick up a book and start to read.
Jane Knuth is the author of Thrift Store Saints: Meeting Jesus 25¢ at a Time and the new Thrift Store Graces: Finding God’s Gifts in the Midst of the Mess. She has been volunteering at the St. Vincent de Paul thrift store in Kalamazoo, Michigan, for the last 17 years. “Like” her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/janeknuth.