One of my mother’s favourite sayings when I was small was “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
She held her own counsel, seldom vying from the path of kindness towards others.
Yesterday, my sister and I met with my mother and a transition worker to talk about next steps.
Since her fall and subsequent operation in December, she has not recovered well. She started out strong, defying the doctor’s predictions for her recovery.
And then, she had a set-back. Something pulled in her left hip/leg where she’d had the surgery to repair the break, and now, the pain is constant and she can barely move that leg.
The trauma of losing her mobility, of having to move from her current residence which is a light assisted living situation to a more intensive long-term care model, is heart-breaking.
And still my mother persists.
She continues to speak softly. She still has only sweet words to share with everyone.
We could all use a page from my mother’s playbook.
Speak softly. Step gently.