I think I broke the mower that can.
I took my mother shopping today. She had some things that she needed but didn’t really want to drive. I needed a thing or two so after lunch we headed for the big box store. Item by item we found what we needed. At one point my son called and asked if I would bring him a soda and pack of crackers or something. With as much as he does for me, taking him a soda isn’t an issue. Checked out and loaded up in the car we headed for where my son works. Delivering the drinks and chips we headed for home.
Once there I helped mom get all of her purchases inside and then made my way home. I carried all of my two things inside and made ready to go back outside. I wanted to mulch up the leaves in mom’s yard. I was doing fine, making lap after lap around their yard when I hit patch of leaves that was too high and thick for the mower choking it down. It was when I went to try to start it back that I discovered that the pull rope was not functioning as it should. Meaning that it wasn’t retracting so I could give it that all important pull to start the mower. Pushing the mower back to the house I was not happy. I didn’t know if this could be repaired. Maybe, just maybe I’ve pushed this thing a bit too hard for too long. Treating an inexpensive push mower as if it were a bush hog.
After my son came in from work he researched it and found that the pull rope mechanism is one unit. I don’t know if the only way to get it is through ordering or if I can find it locally. I tend to doubt it considering the age of the mower.
In a few hours from now, we will be in the month of December. The month of gifts and giving. Right now, I am looking from a different more aware perspective. Today my mother told me that she didn’t want us to spend any money on her. She had everything she needed, there is nothing that she can think of that she wants. Other than what we are already giving her and dad, our time and assistance.
When I lost my job, I was giving the gift of free time. I have time to do anything and everything I am physically able for my parents. Whether it is driving them somewhere or mulching leaves. Helping dad load or cut wood into sizable pieces. I’m here to listen when mom needs to talk. I have been given the best gift anyone could ask for, time with my parents. My mother said that everything we do for them is a gift, I say that being able to do those things is a greater gift. I see the memes that come around ever so often on social media that reads that those who still have their parents don’t know how lucky they are. Oh but I do, I really do.
As for the mower, I did actually use and abuse the poor thing but it always right up until today came through. Just as I seek to push myself in what ever way needed to be there for my parents. Making sure they get where they need to be. Helping dad with wood in which ever way I am able. Clearing away leaves so they can see where they are walking and what they are walking on. Most importantly, I will cherish this gift I have been given. I will make use of all the time offered. Talking on the phone, talking in person. I’ll listen and I’ll appreciate. I’ll walk beside them, making sure to be there should they stumble. Just as I know they were for me as a child.
For almost two years now, I’ve been resentful and angry over my hurt pride. It has taken me this long to fully understand and realize the gift I was given. But now that I have, I will not allow anything to cloud my understanding and appreciation of how special a gift it is.