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Twist and Shout

Just as I was about to say, “See you later, alligator” to mom at Circle Center this morning (the hottest little adult daycare spot on this planet), someone announced it was exercise time.

Well, needless to say, mom was ready to rock ‘n roll and I was able to catch her solo act on video as she started to work it on out to her own beat.

She was finished about the time everyone else started, so she just put herself on rewind and kept on going long after her impromptu kick start.

She looked like the Energizer Bunny on steroids!

While I was videoing mom, I started singing to myself, “Well, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby) …”

The best part of this whole little slice of life video is when mom hugs herself for a job well done and then looks up at me and shouts out, “I wuv ya.”

That’s what it’s all about.

Shake it up, baby, now (shake it up baby): twist and shout (twist and shout)  …

You rock, girl! You are a genuine, one of a kind, rock star!

Well, shake it up, baby, now, (shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout. (twist and shout)
Cmon cmon, cmon, cmon, baby, now, (come on baby)
Come on and work it on out. (work it on out)

Strong and Able

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Mom's Big FootMama, Mama, strong and able,

Get Your big foot off the table.

It’s not so much mom’s foot on the table that made me laugh out loud,  it was the strong and able part.

I mean, how many of you expect to see a 93 year old hoist a leg up on the table, smiling and saying, “I’ve got something on the bottom of my shoe, and I need somebody to get it off.”?

Well, that was what happened at breakfast this morning.

Somehow, someway, a clump of mom’s ham and eggs made its way from her plate to the table to the floor and onto her shoe. And, before you could ask, What the heck are you doing, mom?”,  her leg, foot and shoe were planted firmly on the table. If that wasn’t enough to crack you up, she was smiling from ear to ear.

With napkin in hand, I grabbed the culprit from her shoe and threw it in the trash.

Mom proclaimed me her hero. “How did you do that so good?” she asked.

I was thinking about asking her the same question.

“You are the best boy in the United States of America,” she said.

You are a Senior Olympics hopeful, I thought. You have a leg up on the competition. Just put your best foot forward. Get your foot in the door. Practice, practice, practice.

Pardon all the puns, but what a great way to kick start the day!

I hear your moans.

I see you smiling.

Warning: If you are over 90, don’t try this at home alone.

Loving + Caring x 93 = Mom

Mom’s last words on this video are, “Aw … isn’t that sweet.”

And, that sums up this too short, wonder filled peek at mom loving and caring for her baby.

Mom has cradled, comforted, cared for and loved a bunch of little (and not so little) humans in her day … me included.

Once you’ve been held by her, you’ll never want to leave her arms.

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

The Dixie Chicks

The Storyteller’s Gift

Mom is a natural born storyteller.

She was raised on stories by her mom, aunts and great aunts.

She raised my sister and me on her stories.

She raised my two daughters on her stories, and to this day, she mesmerizes my six grandchildren with her stories … and her songs.

Her stories have now blended into one story.

No more beginning.

No more middle.

No more end.

One story.

One glorious story.

It is the story of  life lived to the fullest.

And, if we listen and observe close enough, it will become part of our stories, too.

It is a collection of bits and pieces, wisdom and scraps, insights and mysteries, lessons learned and lessons lost … all floating together, in infinite ways, as if drifting down a stream.

It’s all there for all of us.

All we have to do is bare our souls, jump in, and go with the flow.

Only by immersing ourselves into its depths will we find the meaning.

In all of its glory.

One story.

Our story.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.

 

Low Flying Snow Angel

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When the bell brought in Midwinter
I waited for a sign
A shadow, of a wing
This has always been

The children know this,
That she will come to them
To them
To them

Snow Angel, Snow Angel, Snow Angel 
She’ll make her way
And she’ll stay
For a time, for a time – Tori Amos

Spotted … low flying Snow Angel.

Not a drone.

I repeat, not a drone.

Throw mom some snow, and she’s ready fo’ mo’.

She can’t get enough of this ice cold fluffy stuff.

She did tell me, in a not so angelic way, not to put snow down her pants.

This is the least of your worries, Snow Angel, after all, you are my mom!

Even the thought of that makes me want to dig a hole in the snow and hide f-o-r-e-v-e-r!

Snow Angel, Snow Angel, Snow Angel 
She’ll make her way
And she’ll stay
For a time, for a time

Smile Angel

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I have a deep belief in us, the staff, and what we can do collectively. We can and do make a huge difference in the lives of families who want to honor their commitment of love and keeping their loved ones close. It is a promise they will always remember, with stories about Mom, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, to share with each other into the future.

I also have a deep and abiding belief in Circle Center Adult Day Services’ mission. What we are doing really matters. We can impact the way each participant lives out the latter parts of their lives. We offer relationship, acceptance and affection. – Ann Spinks

Circle Center Adult Day Services‘ (I call it Heaven on Earth) band of Earth Angels is a collection of some best caregivers on this planet (or for all I know, in this universe). Armed with invisible (to mere mortals) Hot Wings, they are everywhere they need to be, doing whatever needs to be done to make sure our loved ones are indeed loved and cared for. And … they take care of family caregivers as well.

My mom and I love these ever vigilant Earth Angels. And, they love us.

Here’s the latest news from Heaven on Earth: Ann Spinks, Circle Center’s one of a kind Smile Angel, is turning in her Hot Wings to follow her dreams, untethered, with no road map in mind.

This news is slowly sinking in and I am already having withdrawal symptoms for someone I am addicted to, someone I respect, someone I love.

Ann has been with Circle Center doing her “angel smile thing”, caring for her charges, her fellow angels, and as if that’s not enough, caring for caregivers like me since 1984.

The one thing I will always remember about Ann is her patented smile. It is outrageous. It is contagious. And, it has sure been there for me each and every time I have needed it.

If you don’t believe me, just focus on Ann’s image above for 30 seconds and you will feel the warmth of her spirit and her smile. I guarantee she will turn any frown upside down.

Warning: Don’t get too close to Ann’s image without smearing on a proper amount of sunscreen. She not only radiates warmth, but without proper protection, you could get what can only be described as sunburned. Amazing, but true!

So, here’s the song that I believe was written for and about Ann … When You’re Smiling.

When you’re smilin’ keep on smilin’
The whole world smiles with you
And when you’re laughin’ oh when youre laughin’
The sun comes shinin’ through

So, spread your wings, Smile Angel! It’s time for you to show the whole world just how incredible your smile can be!

Annie, you and your smile are a sure fire winning combination and will get you anywhere in this world you want to go.

The great big world will smile with …
The whole wide world will smile with you

God speed, Smile Angel. God speed.

A Wiggle in Her Walk

What has gray hair, six legs, and is a music machine?

My mom hopping and bopping down the hall at Circle Center Adult Day Services, also known as Heaven on Earth!

This is what raring to get to where you love to go is all about.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I say one that wiggles while cranking out original tunes is worth a million or more.

The Earth Angels who work at Circle Center care for my mom (and me) like nobody’s business and we love them, one and all.

And the beat goes on!

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