Determination

My mom is 90 years old. She has a will of iron and always has. Her doctor said it right when he told her, "You're not stubborn. You're determined!"

Well, Mom has some determined hairs on her chin that she is determined to terminate. Yesterday, in the pouring rain and cold, she drove to my salon where she met with our new electrologist.

There before her, as large as a mountain, loomed the stairs which she had to climb to get to the treatment room. As my dad stood there muttering, "This is a bad idea. This is not good.", Leah and I supported her ascent. Leah took her arm and I hoisted her hip each time she raised her leg. Step by step we inched our way to the top.

Once there, Mom victorious straightened up and said, "I made it! What price beauty!"