A Small Favor Returned

Today, I helped my mom with her new job that she got at a local store.

She has to stock these certain shelves with certain things and the system is very complicated--she had been perplexed by what she was supposed to do for some time now and the training with the job was non-existent--no training= extra confusion for an incredibly bright and wonderful older woman.

So, I went to the store and helped her, with a job that would have even overwhelmed me.

It was incredible to stay with her and help her figure out the maze that her employers had left for her to figure out all by herself--but we persisted together and we figured it all out and it took 2 1/2 hours, but we got it done.

I kept on smiling at her, remembering all the times that her and my dad helped me out when I was a teen.
~The time that I got a job delivering Valentine's Day flowers--yet didn't know where hardly ANY street names were in the town I grew up in. She took the afternoon off and helped me for HOURS.
~The time that I was working at a tiny university job and I was supposed to cut out articles from newpapers about the state that I live in--I was there for HOURS and this was before cell phones, I heard a small rap on the window and looked out and here at 2 am, was my dedicated father, checking up on his girl--and he helped me finish my job (Him and I decided I would quit soon after that).

There are too many other times to count and I am SO happy that today, I got to return ONE tiny little favor to these people that raised me so well.

Thank you, my dear parents.

~B