“Nina, are you going to keep this okra?” Mama asked as I began cleaning up the kitchen after supper. “No, Mama, it won’t be eaten again.”
Mama always helps me clean up after supper. She doesn’t think she helps much, but she usually scrapes the plates and puts away the condiments.
“Nina, are you going to keep this okra?” Now I am loading the dishwasher with the preparation dishes. “No, Mama, I don’t think we’ll keep it.” She begins putting some of the scraps in the okra bowl.
The last couple of days Mama has had a harder time with her “job” after supper. She has begun picking up each individual crumb off her plate with her fork or spoon, then puts it in a napkin, or sometimes another plate that she has designated the scrap plate.
“Nina, are you going to keep this okra?” I look at the okra bowl with the obvious supper remains on top of the okra. “No, Mama, you didn’t like that okra – we won’t keep it.”
Mama frets about not helping me more. “I feel lazy,” she says. She is not lazy at all – never could she have been accused of being lazy! Tonight I watched her trying to pick up each crumb; she hadn’t even noticed the other dirty plates that needed to be scraped. You know, part of me really does want to say, “Mama, don’t worry about those crumbs! Scrape the other plates!” Tonight, though, I kept seeing my Mama trying so hard to help me, perhaps as Dannye Reigh and Pamela did when they were very small, and my heart just swelled with love for her. She is so sweet, so humble in her weakness right now. I am blessed to serve her in any way I can.
“Nina, are you going to keep this okra?” “No, Mama, let’s just throw that right into the garbage!”
Don’t miss the blessings staring you right in the face….
God bless your day!