Treat her like a queen

I can't say it enough.

God has truly blessed me with Mom.

To still have her around alive and kicking and vibrant.

We are two kindred souls.

I tell folks 'when I grow up I wanna be like Mom.'

Dream on, they say, dream on!

She really is a piece of work, and that's a compliment.

She still has a passion for living.

A few days this week I was on furlough.

Everyone says, oh, you'll love having a few days off.

Well, no one realizes that I never get a day off. I may be off from my job, but those days are even harder. No one will ever understand the duress, stress, and overwhelming responsibility on my shoulders 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

However, I can take it. I just keep repeating, "God will not give me more than I can handle. God will not give me more than I can handle."

I just wish folks stood in my shoes for a week. Actually, that would not work. They'd think I did have a cake life because most folks do not pay attention to detail as I. Most folks are much lazier than I. Most folks go through life with a selfish attitude 'what can the world do for me' rather than 'what can I do for the world.' I am tooting my horn. I am one in a million and would not trade my giving, caring, energetic, over-achieving go-getter attitude for the world!

Anyhoo, God DOES toss me signs on a daily basis showing me how lucky and blessed I am.

During my furlough days, we went on a shopping spree because Mom needed 'stuff.'

Well, what turned into a 2 hour jaunt extended into an almost 5 hour jaunt.

No rest for the weary!

Yet, we had a blast.

I have satellite radio and it's one of the best items on my car.

God opens my eyes to his blessings as Mom and I travel around from errand to errand jamming to the Siriusly Sinatra Station.

My heart bursts as I hear Mom belting out song after song after song.

Then somehow we get another burst of energy to hit the Indians game.

And they treat her like a queen.

We arrive and find the first spot to park in....

Before we even enter, we have personnel helping Mom to our seats.

Our usher, Bob, adores Mom and pampers her to no end.

If he gets a weather report that it may start raining soon, he'll help her get up the stairs and out of the rain before anyone else.

It was just a great day, a great night.

Mom deserves to be treated like a queen.