Spa Day

We can’t fix some problems this side of heaven. Yet, some we can.

Friday is my day to stay with Mom, who suffers a chronic illness that has stolen her strength and much of her independence. I can’t fix those physical problems but I can make her more comfortable and give her a day to shine.

spa-adrianas-new-beauty-on-demand-servicesThis week, anticipating resistance to my idea, I took a deep breath and announced in my most affirmative voice, “We’re going to have a spa day.”

She squinted her eyes and shot me the wary glance I expected. “I’ve never done that.”

“After today, you can’t say that.” I gave her my biggest grin, wiggled my eyebrows, and said “You’ll love it. I promise.” Her squint relaxed. Mom leaned back in her recliner and smiled. I hurried to the bathroom for supplies before she could change her mind.

For the next hour,  I gently washed my mother’s paper-thin skin and slathered lotion over her arms, hands, and legs. The Nike, Just-Do-It symbol on her socks beckoned next. “Mom, let’s do your feet now. There is nothing like a foot rub. It’s the next best thing to heaven if you ask me.”

I peeled off the right sock. A layer of dead cells fell like winter’s dusting of snow to the carpet. Her foot in my lap, I buffed the peeling dead skin. With four squirts of lotion, my fingers kneaded her heels and arches.

As I reached for her left foot, Mom asked, “Why are you going to all this trouble?”

“Why? Because you deserve it. To make you feel good … special …” Really why … to draw her close. To make up for the times my first-born, independent ways held her at arm’s length. To try to heal wounds I may have caused through the years.

As I left that day, her voice wrapped around my heart like a warm blanket. “I enjoyed your being here so much. And I appreciate everything you did. You’re coming back next Friday, aren’t you?”

We can’t fix some problems this side of heaven. Yet, some we can. And we must.

O Lord, I will praise You; Though you were angry with me, Your anger is turned away, and You comfort me. (Isaiah 12:1, NKJV)

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About Gloria Ashby

I'm a writer, speaker and teacher. I live with my husband in the DFW area, and close to our daughter and her family.
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2 Responses to Spa Day

  1. vondaskelton says:

    Beautiful picture of love and grace. Thank you!

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