I was noticing the dust starting to accumulate around me. A small spider was doing acrobatics over my head and all I could do was watch his dangling antics parked as I was in my lounger unable to do much about him or the dust trampoline he eventually landed on.
Doctors have been adamant that I not vacuum, lift, or do much of anything overly exerting for the next few weeks after surgery. I’ve never been a Martha Stewart type to begin with, but when I have a Spider Cirque du Soleil happening right over me, it’s time to do something!
My sweet husband has extended himself in every way possible to go above and beyond the call of duty. What with running a business, waiting on me, and juggling other chores, house-keeping unfortunately has fallen last on his priority list. I get it. Still, when I have nothing better to do than watch dust bunnies chase each other around the floor in front of me, I get a bit fretful.
I knew a big challenge for me would be to “rest” after surgery. I know my body needs to recover but it’s not my nature to sit still and let others shoulder responsibilities that are mine. It makes me feel burdensome and inadequate. I want to contribute, but without over-taxing myself. My husband shakes his head and over-protects and directs me back to my lounger. *sigh*
My oldest daughter knows how finicky I am about my house, and how watching spiders pirouette around me will ultimately lead me to distraction, so she arranged to have a lady come in to do some cleaning for me while I’m in recovery mode.
I am beyond grateful for this practical ministry, that this caring lady is doing for me today! She’s chased those bunnies all morning and there is nary a spider in sight!
My heart is happy!
My husband and I have also been the grateful recipients of meals delivered nightly by our Bake and Care team at our church. I am overwhelmed by this outpouring of love for us; God’s people serving in practical ways to care for me!
Don’t know how I will spend the rest of my day now that the spider and bunny circus has left my home and I no longer have their shenanigans to focus on. Guess all I can do is content myself with parking in my lounger and following doctor orders. Rest is a beautiful thing!
It’s been one week now since my undergoing major surgery to remove a fast-growing mass on my right ovary. I’m well into recovery mode now, parked for most of the day in my lounger, being waited on by my sweet husband who always goes above and beyond for me. I feel like I should be able to do more, but my body says “rest”. I know my limitations. My church family lavishes meals, cards and encouragement on me! My kids check on me everyday and my grandbabies give gentle hugs and wonder why I’m in my jammies when they visit. It’s a temporary new normal, I tell them.
The Mother’s Day tributes have been showing up on social media for over a month now. On T.V., the commercials highlight ways you can spend money giving your mother the “perfect” gift, or taking her out to her favourite restaurant, or pampering her with spa days. One jewelry store advertises on T.V. a mom who is hinting for a gift from a son or daughter who were challenging her when they were growing up. I guess the idea is to shame children into buying a beautiful bauble to make up for their poor behaviour in the past. What??
Lynn Dove's Journey Thoughts 