Mothers Hands

This is a re-post for Mothers Day…. Enjoy!!!!! You may need a Kleenex or two!!! Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

Morning Story and Dilbert

Morning Story and Dilbert Vintage Dilbert
February 18, 1999

A few years ago, when my mother was visiting, she asked me to go shopping with her because she needed a new dress. I don’t normally like to go shopping with other people, and I’m not a patient person, but we set off for the mall together nonetheless.

We visited nearly every store that carried ladies’ dresses, and my mother tried on dress after dress, rejecting them all. As the day wore on, I grew weary and my mother grew frustrated.

Finally, at our last stop, my mother tried on a lovely blue three-piece dress. The blouse had a bow at the neckline, and as I stood in the dressing room with her, I watched as she tried, with much difficulty, to tie the bow. Her hands were so badly crippled from arthritis that she couldn’t do it. Immediately, my impatience gave way to an…

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2 comments
  1. Oh my, you are right – hand me a tissue!! Thanks for re-posting I had not seen the original!!

  2. Your story reflects a universal sentiment, kenny… There is an old song in my native language which in translation reads, “Is there a god other than mother, or a greater deity than the mother”? And another song translating, “mother, oh mother, in your august presence, who am I, and who is god”? I think that sums up everything…best wishes… Raj.

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