My goal in the morning is to get to my cup of coffee. Everything that has to be done..shower, shampoo, and dressing seem to be a burden as I head for my favorite chair. (in life the fast foward button on the remote is my favorite)
But this morning I grasped the blessing of being able to do my morning care. I have good visuals of lying in a hospital bed waiting to have your basin of water changed, the bedpan taken away, and then trying to get yourself dressed, maybe even using one of those "pullers" from physiotherapy to get your socks on. Thank you, God for where I am today.
And thank you, Dorie, for doing this for our mother.