Who said you can't go home again? (Actually, it was Tom Wolfe.) I sure slept like a baby the two nites I stayed at Mom's house. I was back in my old bedroom that I have not slept in for twenty years. I had to smile thinking about how often I rearranged the furniture in there when I was a young girl. Then I remembered how I had glued a panda bear pajama bag to the wall to "decorate" the room. By the time Mom and Dad noticed I had done that, the glue was completely dry, and removing the pajama bag pulled off a hunk of the wall. ::laugh::
Time will tell how well Mom fares. Until then, we will keep a close eye on her and go with her to every doctor appointment. I noticed an increase in her appetite last nite, and that pleased me tremendously. We did have a good time during my stay with her. We giggled a good bit. She is so easygoing and softspoken (such a contrast to me and my personality). I told her she is my slumber party buddy now.
It felt nice to take care of her and do for her. My three sisters made sure they came over and did some cleaning and visiting with her. I was informed by Mom that I do many things very well...but making coffee is NOT one of them. I do not drink coffee, so I am virtually clueless when it comes to making it. I thought I had followed her instructions accurately, but apparently it was the worst coffee she had ever tasted. ::sigh:: One of my sisters had a cup, and she immediately pulled her shirt forward and looked down inside to see if hair had sprouted on her chest. Um, guess I made the coffee a bit strong.
Anyway, tonite Mom is going to be alone all nite. She wants to see how she does. I told her I am only a phone call away and will immediately come back over and spend the nite if she is uncomfortable on her own. Otherwise, my daily visits will be during the daylight hours.
Mom snoozed off and on during the time I was with her. I worked on a sketch while she slept, but I would sometimes stop and just look at her. She has had a lot of wonderful things happen during her life, but she certainly has had some extremely traumatic things occur, as well. The woman has an incredible ability to handle them in a way that does not leave her bitter, jaded, or unhappy. Time has been a good friend to her. Time and her own coping style. Both have made her a strong woman.
I think I want to be like her when I grow up.
"Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts." ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
7 comments:
nice entry...I want to be just like my mom when I grow up too.
Nancy
I loved reading about your relationship with your mother. I lost mine in 1973 and miss here every day. Your mother is blessed to have daughters who love her so much. Too many mom's don't.
Blessings, love & prayers too.
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What a marvelous example you are for the angels who watch over! Continued Peace~~Marc :)
Sounds like your Mom is comfortable within herself..and that's important. Hope she does well...Sandi
Ahhhh...the old glue trick...my girlies know it well. Lucky for them, I already fully intended to change all the doors upstairs (shhhh...I'm makin' em sweat it) sometime this summer. I can't make coffee either...and I've been asked to NOT make potato salad of all things! LOL ;) C. http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies
Thinking back, I don't think I ever rearranged my bedroom as a teen! How odd is
that? And we always rented, so it was very important not to mark up the walls
in any way-I was constantly being told about it too; it was an old victorian house,
made into a two family, so we had to be careful; your Mom is lucky to have you.
~Diane~ http://journals.aol.com/dizarra/StorysFromtheCityTalesFromtheSea
I envy the relationship you have with your mom and your sisters so very much...i am an only child and was left to my own forms of amusement way too many times...thank god i had enough sense to stay out of a reasonable amount of trouble...my mother drives me right out of my mind 24 hours out of the day...(oh to have a mother that didnt whine and complain about every thing in her life)....and I, too, once destroyed a wall in my bedroom with scotch tape...i glued every picture of the Beatles and Rolling Stones and the Monkeys i could find all over my walls...i thought they looked great until we moved and had to peel the tape off, scrape off the residue and repaint the wall myself...ugh....
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