Kelsey's on the Avenue

Her Children Shall Rise Up and Call Her Blessed

Last Spring, I met my siblings at my mother's home to empty it and get it ready to sell since she is now in a nursing home. We sorted clothing, dishes, you name it.

Although a lot was given or thrown away, we still brought home too much -- she wanted me to take her Christmas decorations. They have no value, but I brought them home because she wanted me to have them.

My daughter Meghan claimed some scarves and out-of-style clothing that she thought looked "retro." One brother took the books. One chose a lamp and towels. We saved our grandfather's level for a third brother. Three of us got Bibles. Most of the furniture was donated to a local mission.

It was a life lesson. My mother has had a happy life and lots of friends, but has owned very little in worldly goods. A widow for over 30 years, stuff has never ever been important to her, and she has always managed to live on very little money. There was very little of value in her home, and if it was there, one of her children gave it to her and that is why she kept it.

In her bottom drawer was a huge bundle of cards with pink envelopes. They were all of the Mother's Day cards she has ever received!

This bittersweet day gave me a new look at the things I think I want.

Afterwards, my daughter and I went to the nursing home to see Mother. Although her body is frail, her mind is as sharp as ever. I was dreading this visit, not wanting to tell her that we had discarded her things -- that the deed was done. I felt like a traitor and was afraid she would be sad because her belongings have been dispersed. She didn't care at all. Not one bit. She just wanted some of her things to be a blessing to someone else. She has her sights set elsewhere. "Where your treasure is . . . "