Why I Suffered From The Blues And How I Helped My Mom Escape From Depression
I took care of my mother and father after they lost their home and business as a matter of fact for more than 20 years.
It was not easy but love sometimes as a funny way of appearing in your life.
It was a sunny Monday and I decided to take a walk on Rideau Street here in Ottawa about a block from our social housing residence. Since my dad had lost his business and home we were on welfare and rent was $5 dollars a month.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to read. I dropped into a small magazine and cigar shop. And as usual I walked straigth to the magazine rack.
Lo and behold right in front of me a book on knitting and crochet.
At that time my mom was severely depressive and I wanted to spark some joy in her life. I picked up a book sitting in front of me with the title, Knitting and Crochet
. On the spot, I decided to buy the book and give it to my mom. She was ecstatic when I gave it to her. Next thing I know she is producing sweaters, mittens and table cloths by the dozen. Still wear sweaters she crocheted for me.
Then yesterday, I read this article in The New York Times
Intuitively I had sparked joy into my moms life without knowing anything about meditation, mindfulness and relaxation.
Simple acts of kindness and thoughtfulness... that's what life is all about.
I love you mom. We all love you.