Ripples from the Wrinkled

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By Amy Chumbley

“Mooooom, do we have to go?”

Once a week the kids and I went to an assisted living home near our house and visited the elderly people who lived there. Oftentimes we played Bingo and then sat and talked. I wanted my kids to be comfortable around people of all ages, see the value in people our society often forgets, and teach service above self.

To be honest, there were days when it wasn’t convenient. Their excuses were often numerous:

“Mom, I have a lot of homework.”

“Mom, I’m tired.”

“Mom, I’m hungry.”

There were days when I wanted to give in to their pleas and excuses. I was tired and mentally listed my own excuses to skip out, but I chose to be an adult (which is not always easy.)

“We don’t have to go. We get to go.”

Maybe this response was as much for me as it was for them. I began praying aloud in the car, “Father, thank you for this opportunity to put others before ourselves. Thank you that we get to go and love on people.”

Nothing like using prayer to lay on the mom guilt. The kids grew silent. Maybe they actually heard me and saw this as an opportunity to love, but most likely they were just eye rolling in the backseat.

I don’t know if the kids learned anything from those moments with the mature, but I did. I learned that not one of their stories included how they had paid off their houses early or how much money they had in their bank accounts. Not one mentioned how successful they had been in their careers or how well-kept their yards had been.

I was reminded that the memories created with family and friends were the most meaningful. They told stories of family vacations, camping trips, children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. They told stories of their military service and of investing in something bigger than themselves. The years erased from their faces as they laughed and recalled the pranks they had played on friends long ago.

I smile now as I remember each one: Ms. Margaret, her back bent and her eyes blind, was a tiny lady made smaller by osteoporosis. She shared the same birthday as my daughter. She always grabbed my daughter’s hands and told her how beautiful she was. Beautiful to the blind. Maybe that’s true beauty.

Mr. Jackson was a former postman and war veteran, tall and thin with a big smile. My son liked listening to his military service stories. We were all drawn to his kind heart, wit, and wisdom.

I can still see joyful Mrs. Sullivan, a former school teacher, unable to stand up straight, yet still bright and funny with an easy laugh. Her young spirit trapped inside an old body.

As each one shared, the years between us disappeared. We are all given the gift of life, here one day and gone tomorrow. We are all just passing through. As morbid as it sounds, not one person will remember us 100 years from now. (How many of you can name all the US presidents? I sure can’t!)

I know people won’t remember my name, but will they remember my love?

Will my life leave a positive and lasting impact on those who have known me? Will that impact have a ripple effect on the next generation and the next and the next?

Ms. Margaret, Mr. Jackson, Mrs. Sullivan, you are not forgotten. Your life, your love, your wisdom and your kindness live on. You taught me about true beauty, proper priorities, and joyous living. May those ripples resound into eternity.

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About Amy:

amy-c-pictureAmy enjoys singing to 80s songs though she often gets the lyrics wrong! She likes long hot baths, a clean house, and walking her dogs with her hunky husband. She has been married for 25 years and is now enjoying an empty nest!

 

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Comments

  1. I will have to quote you sometime in a study, sweet Amy. Your story reminds me of the same way I felt when I was homeschooling my two and also dragging them to an assisted living to do crafts. I do remember the joy those two had when it was time to leave. Asking me, “ when do we get to go back”. Loved your writings, keep it up.

  2. Thanks tor sharing, Amy. It’s good to see your loving spirit. Makes me miss you more!.

  3. Carole says:

    Amy! This is so beautiful! Reveals that beautiful heart of yours that I love so much.💗

  4. Ricky Rothschild says:

    Amy Lynn, I am so proud of you. You are a wonderful loving daughter whom I will always love dearly. Dad.

  5. Missy Nieves says:

    So beautiful! I sat here this morning feeling pretty small and tired. This is just the reminder I needed that loving is not only enough but the most important thing that I can do today.

  6. Sandy Hay says:

    So Beautiful 🙂

  7. When my sons were all young we would take their puppets into a nursing home on Sunday afternoon and visit with the elderly residents there. Like you, we had to run the gauntlet of excuses, so many reasons NOT to go, and they all sounded good, but we went anyway.
    Then, one day, it was time to visit my own mother (their grandmother) in a nursing home, and suddenly the stakes were higher, but there were no surprises because we had been in that very building before, sharing Christmas fudge or crazy puppets and piano music with a different set of residents.
    It’s become so easy to tuck the unlovely into professional spaces and out of sight, and we miss the reminder that we are all fragile and growing more so every day. Thank you for persevering in your lovely determination that your family would offer goodness and light.

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