I was visiting my father and mother the other day when a lady showed up with a bucket, shovel, mulch, pansies and forget-me-nots. Glad to be of help, my boys and girl rolled up their sleeves and got a little dirty as they helped her plant the flowers.
Last time she visited she asked my mom, “Is there anything I can do for you?” To which my mom gave the usual response, “No. I’m fine.”
My dad is dying. My mom is overanxious about what will transpire in the next few days. She is fine in her own way, but I can see the anxiety in her heart.
While we were helping her plant the flowers she said,
I asked her if there was anything I could do for her. She said she didn’t need anything. I saw that she had a flower bed in front that was overrun by weeds and had no flowers in it.
So feeling at a loss for what she could do to help comfort my mom, she came up with the simple gesture to plant flowers.
Then what she said next melted my heart,
I hope this helps her know that she really can call me if she needs anything.
Not for a checkmark, but rather a gesture to show her love and willingness. She has no idea how far this will go to touch my mom’s heart. It touched mine. My children will forever remember the flowers they helped plant to cheer up my dad in his last days…and my mom—every time she walks into her yard this spring.
This lady is my mom’s visiting teacher.
What can we really do for each other?