God crafted Mama with spunk.“How are you doing, Mom?” I asked. “Do you need some water?”
She nodded and breathed hard. Pneumonia had hit her fast.I gave her a sip and rested my hand on her sweet forehead. She was feverish.
I wasn’t surprised.“Are you too warm?” I asked. “Do you want me to pull the blanket back?”
Mom nodded. I tugged the nubby white blanket, leaving Mama covered only by the thin, white sheet.Through the sheet, I could see her jeans.
I laughed.“Mom, are you wearing your jeans? Under your hospital gown?”
Mama smiled. “I won’t be here long. I want to be ready to go,” she whispered.“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”I sat in robin’s- egg- blue chair and shook my head.
My mother. I love her determination. Her energy. Her tireless get-up-and-go. She’s strong willed to the hilt. For a small woman, she packs a lot of punch. I wondered how she, weak as a pup, managed to keep her get-away clothes when the nurses prepared her for admission.I hope that my boys have Mama’s spunk, in strong, wise measure. I hope that they will be determined, strong willed for things pleasing to the Lord, and full of drive for what they’ll need to accomplish.
Guess you can’t keep a good woman down, I thought as I reached out and squeezed Mama’s hand.May the same be true for my men.
I think it will be.It’s in their genes.