Happy New Year, HIP people! Well, I have made it to 2015. As I thank God for another year, I’m not going to mention anything about the hip today because it feels better and better. Besides, it has garnered too much attention already.
Today is special, this is my fifth entry of my series. As I reflect on writing HIPON, I’m grateful for the audience and opportunity to share and hopefully inspire someone. Sharing is healing and I can truly say I am healing.
Explaining My Absence
I’ve been absent for a while because my Mother was sick in November; and, she was suffering so that during the first week in December, an ambulance transported her to the hospital in respiratory distress. At 77 (now 78), I could barely watch as my Mother fought for her life. She was gasping for air and trying to tell me what outfit to get out of the closet for her funeral. It was at that moment, I knew in my heart that God wasn’t ready for her yet. I knew she was very sick, and I knew that it was going to be a miracle for her to get better. It was just that.
In a 24 hour time period, my Mother got better. When stable, she was moved to CCU. She was in the hospital a total of 10 days. I brought her home with a home health visit twice a week until the follow-up with the doctor. There were so many blessings in this situation. The number one thing was that God gave us a reprieve.
The Reprieve to Love
A reprieve to cherish life. A reprieve to let go of the old and start anew in areas of our lives that have become mundane–where we are too stubborn to change. A reprieve to stand up to our fears that have kept us shackled. And most of all, a reprieve to love.
I didn’t get any Christmas shopping done. No Christmas cards were sent (not even to family). I was exhausted, but more worried about my Mother. I didn’t dwell on me or my health issues. I just focused on being grateful and thankful and organized and attentive in order to handle everything.
We are so different, in every way, and there is this gap that we have because we have different feelings, different views. We even love different. I’m romantic, she’s not. I’m glamorous, she’s not. Those differences are irrelevant now because I realized, she raised me to be me. If she doesn’t like me, and I don’t like her at times, it’s really okay.
I realize this reprieve would not last. It was important that I utilized it in every way. I have used the reprieve to let things that cause us to rift to roll off my back. I now understand that I’m not going to change and neither is she. But, we are dealing with it better now than ever. I’m learning that I’m coming out of my seclusion to see things clearly and to determine when I’m going to make some decisions about my life that need attention. Whining and the sickness of procrastination delayed me in making my life better. I thank God every day for this reprieve because my outlook is improving daily.
Recognizing Your Reprieve
We have reprieves often, and when you get them you must recognize them and take action. Take your reprieve and make your life better in some way. Use it to gain strength and confidence, use it to follow your dream. Share your reprieves, your chances, your opportunities–whatever you call them. They are true blessings and can give you a fresh start.
It’s been two months now going into three since Mother came home, and yes, we are still struggling through some days. But, it is better than not having one another to struggle with. We are enjoying our Christmas and New Year’s gift, “our reprieve”. Enjoy your reprieve when it comes. It can and will change your life.
[Janet Blakemore is a former full-figure model, former director of a modeling school, recent retiree from TN State Government, and an awesome, vibrant spirit of a person. In addition to writing, Janet is an entrepreneur who enjoys retail therapy, being a Tennessee State University alum, and time with her adult daughter and extended family.]