I walked past Mom's room at 7:10 am. I had cranked up her bed earlier for her morning tea. She had thrown back the covers. Her pink nightgown was hiked up to her hips. She was doing full leg scissors and holding her two pound weights in her hands.

I immediately dropped to the floor to do a set of 10 leg scissors myself.

Mom models good exercise routines.

I can hear her counting repetitions in her room as I write this.