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The Christmas Hoe

12/20/2015

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​            It was just before Christmas ten years ago that I entered my mother’s bedroom.  She was wrapped in an afghan and dying of cancer. The remaining leaves that were still holding on even with winter’s onset shifted and changed the landscape of sunlight over her body.  As was her habit, her right foot circled around and massaged the top of her left foot in continuous rhythmic waves and the quiet swish of the navy blue socks rubbing against each other was the only sound in our apartment.  I lay down next to her.
         
          “Tell me a funny story,” I said.
           
           From her fetal position, she rolled on to her back and her green eyes lifted upward to retrieve the story I needed to hear.

            “I remember one Christmas when I was first married to your father.  He was such a last minute shopper.”
           
            “Yeah, he still is.”

            “We went to the mall the day before Christmas and we’re walking all over the darn place in and out of shops, trying to buy for people.  And I was getting so stressed out.  I managed to finish my list, but of course, I had spent more money than I wanted to. I still had to buy for Grandpa and I was in a panic.  I had no idea what to get your father’s dad, you know.  And I just said, ‘Jim, I don’t know what to get him!  I don’t know what we’re going to do!  These shops are closing!’  I burst out in tears.  I just broke down right there in the middle of the mall.  And your father told me, ‘That’s okay.  I know what we can get him: a hoe.’  And so your Grandpa got a hoe that Christmas.  I was so embarrassed.  But, he liked it.”

            “Well, he was a farmer.  I’m sure he needed another hoe,” I laughed.  “Was the wrapping all screwed up?”

             “Of course the wrapping was screwed up because your father wrapped it as usual with about three or four different kinds of wrapping paper scraps with the tape all going this way and that way.”

            We both laughed at the Christmas hoe.  It felt good to laugh that hard.  When our chuckles finally died down and the swish of her socks began again, it dawned on me that I had no idea what to get my mother for Christmas.  She closed her eyes and I watched her chest rise and fall with breath.     

            I gifted her a massage. The spa told me it wouldn’t be a problem to accommodate a woman with four drains hanging out of her liver. My mother had never had a massage before and neither had I.  But my mother died before she had a chance to book it.  I booked it on the day of her funeral.  Her ashes in the urn, the urn in the ground, the people who came and then left.  And I lay on the massage table with a stranger’s hands kneading my numb body.

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Jill
12/20/2015 11:01:24 pm

This time of year is not going to be easy for us. At least you are at a place now where you can look back and laugh. Reminds me of how my mom used to get a gift card to a spa every year for her b-day. The year she was diagnosed, she had lost interest in going to the spa. No interest in massages. No facials. And she used to love that. And she wasn't like the Prima Donnas I'm used to (weekly/monthly/regular spa visits); she went just once a year. That was it. But no more. I would give her foot massages at home, when she would let me. Usually she just didn't want to put me out and would try to stop me. Even in the hospital I did this. But at least we were *there* for our moms. I saw so many people alone in the hospital and hospice. Someday, when I'm strong enough, I'll volunteer for them, and sit with these people. That's the best gift and our moms got that.

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Kirstyn link
12/26/2015 07:53:17 pm

Yes, Jill the greatest gift we can give anyone is our full presence. And in the most challenging of times when we can fully show up -- that's the greatest gift of all. I think hospice people and the volunteers that do that work are heroes too. Maybe we can volunteer together someday.

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Becka
12/21/2015 03:22:05 am

Love this one. Hoeing is fun again xoxoxo

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Kirstyn link
12/26/2015 07:54:25 pm

hehe. Hoeing is SO MUCH fun!! xo!

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