Yesterday morning could have been a scene in an Adam Sandler movie when I slipped on the stairs and landed on my ass--hard. And proceeded to slide down five or six more stairs--all the while I was carrying an overnight bag and laptop bag over my right shower, holding a purse with my right hand and holding my sister's garage door opener in my left.
If you were there to witness this, you would have probably gasped in shock and then laughed hysterically. Because if I had saw myself, I'd would have done exactly that!
My tail bone is seriously bruised, I think. (Hopefully it's nothing more serious.) I can't sit for a long period of time. And in order to get up from a chair, I'd need to roll off of it as my legs pushed my body upward.
And all this happened two days before I need to sit on plane for four-plus hours to Hawaii. Oh boy, the timing can't be any more comedic.
Days like that makes me think of my mom and wonder she would have reacted if I shared with her what had happened. I can imagine her asking if I'm okay, reminding me I'm not as young as I use to be, and advising me how I shouldn't have carried so much stuff down a steep flight of stairs as well as to put some Chinese medication on my tail bone to reduce any swelling. And then, she would laugh. Oh, that's my mom alright.
Today would have been two years since my mom passed away. I miss her every day, but I can still feel her maternal and good-natured spirit like she was still here. For days like yesterday, I'm thankful for her comforting laughter, even if it's in my own head--and for giving me the extra junk in my trunk.
I love you Mommy!
If you were there to witness this, you would have probably gasped in shock and then laughed hysterically. Because if I had saw myself, I'd would have done exactly that!
My tail bone is seriously bruised, I think. (Hopefully it's nothing more serious.) I can't sit for a long period of time. And in order to get up from a chair, I'd need to roll off of it as my legs pushed my body upward.
And all this happened two days before I need to sit on plane for four-plus hours to Hawaii. Oh boy, the timing can't be any more comedic.
Days like that makes me think of my mom and wonder she would have reacted if I shared with her what had happened. I can imagine her asking if I'm okay, reminding me I'm not as young as I use to be, and advising me how I shouldn't have carried so much stuff down a steep flight of stairs as well as to put some Chinese medication on my tail bone to reduce any swelling. And then, she would laugh. Oh, that's my mom alright.
Today would have been two years since my mom passed away. I miss her every day, but I can still feel her maternal and good-natured spirit like she was still here. For days like yesterday, I'm thankful for her comforting laughter, even if it's in my own head--and for giving me the extra junk in my trunk.
I love you Mommy!
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