Pieces of Time and Pivotal Moments Patricia Gatto ©2004 All Rights Reserved. Joyful ProductionsLife is comprised of pieces of time sprinkled with pivotal moments. Sometimes these moments have immediate impact. Other times, they are slow to manifest and reveal their importance. But if you listen closely to
soft whispers of life, they will guide you on an unexpected journey filled with beauty, understanding and fulfillment. One such moment occurred for me about eight years ago.
On this particular day, I was helping my mom redo her bedroom. We rearranged
furniture, cleaned, polished and changed
curtains and bedding. Then out came
new floral arrangements, potpourri and matching candles. Proudly, we stepped back to admire our work. That's when Mom decided we needed a little atmosphere and she lit
candles.
Evidently, there was a residue of cleaning solution on her hands, because
moment she flicked
lighter, flames burst in
air. Large blisters instantly formed on her hands and she began to shake. As
tears rolled down her face, she looked up at me and whispered, "The children."
Those were her first words, not a cry, not a scream, not a curse – "the children". I panicked. I though she was in shock. I hurried her into
bathroom to tend to her wounds but
blisters were so large she couldn't move her fingers. I realized I would have to take her to
doctor; I was also concerned about her state of mind. Her response seemed so strange. "Mom, what do you mean,
children?" I asked.
She looked up at me with
sweetest, most sympathetic tear-filled eyes I had ever seen. "The poor children who get burnt." Then she continued to explain, "I saw it on Oprah. If this is painful for me, how much pain would a child be in? I feel so sorry for them…what they must go through."
That was her answer. My mom had second and third degree burns, her hands were swollen, blistered and shaking, but her tears were for
children. Children she saw on Oprah. My thoughts were less pure. At that moment, I didn't care about anyone but her.
Four years ago this October, I lost my mom to cancer. True to her nature, she never complained during her illness. Not once. Even in her suffering, she taught me valuable lessons. One of these lessons came when we were in her hospital room waiting for test results. The doctor finally arrived, flew into
room, delivered his devastating news and then abruptly left.