Grandmother Willow from the movie POCHONTAS
I knew the day would come when my daughter would begin to act like the mother, and then I would look to her for the answers and have her take me by the hand and lead me toward the right path.
Jenna has actually already taken me by the hand and dragged me into some fun adventures that I normally wouldn't even consider doing. It surprises me when she thinks "outside the box" and comes up with clever things to do.
One Mother's Day, she and Alec took me to tour Brucemore. I know a lot of you out there have probably experienced this already, but it never occurred to me to go and see what that mansion looked like. We had a great time, and little Alec got to pee behind the hedges of a very nice estate (you do what you gotta do in an emergency). Another time, Jenna made arrangements for us go to the Quad Cities to see Reba and Kelly Clarkson in concert. That is something Lon was not really interested in trying, but Jen knew how much I liked Reba. So off we went for the evening, and enjoyed a great dinner and then the concert. A few years back, Jenna and Cousin Holly decided to fly off to Vegas for a long weekend. When Nina and I got wind of it, we thought maybe WE would like to go, too. Some daughters might have put their foot down, and said NUH UH, NO MOTHERS ALLOWED, but they welcomed us with open arms. When Nina and Holly got detained watching and grading a new TV pilot show, Jen and I had a ball seeing the huge M&M store, the Wax Museum, and later the Blue Man Show. There are so many interesting and fun things that she has come up with, and I admire her for her imagination.
The Saturday after my diagnosis, Jenna insisted we go try on wigs in case there was a need for them in the future. (NOTE: I'm still not quite there yet). With the new house to deal with and after working all week, I knew she had lots to do, but she spent the whole day with me, trying to figure out stuff I might need for this crappy situation. What a kid! This is just another example of her taking me by the hand and saying, 'It's time to deal with this now, so get your butt in gear and let's go check things out!"
Well, I meet with the plastic surgeon tomorrow to decide the final choice of operation (Option 1, Option 2, or Option 3) and the results I hope to achieve. Jenna talked with me about this and gave me her feelings on the matter. I also got feedback from Sisters Sandy and Karen. Now I will tell you what my final decision is.
I'm not going to tell anyone which of the three operations I am going with. Yup. I have a feeling that I am going to catch flak from a lot of people, no matter which one I choose, so I will just keep it to myself for a little while. I am finding out that the title of this post is true - sometimes the right path is not the easiest one.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL