1-1-2012

I didn't go see Mom until 6:30 today.  It is New Year's day and there were so many things I wanted to get done around the house.  When I walked in today, very first thing -

"Where have you been? What took you so long?"

I was caught off guard and didn't respond as calmly as I should have.  What do you mean where have I been?

"Well, I am your mother.  I have a right to know.  You've been gone a long time and I just want to know where."  

Oh boy... this definitely triggered some of MY memories.  I do have a life, Mom.  I sat down, a little irritated and just started typing. breathe. relax. I could tell that she could sense the frustration in my voice and it scared her.  After a few quiet minutes I asked about her day.

"Oh we just sat around and talked and talked and talked." "What day are we going?" 

Going where, Mom?

  

"Going back home...or to your house...or to...I don't know, I forgot.  Where are we going?"

We're not going anywhere, Mom.  This is your apartment...you live here.


"I was thinking about giving something to the kitchen staff for all the wonderful work they do.  A check or something. Or do you not think I should do that?"

So sweet of her.  After that I just sat and watched TV with her for awhile...making small talk about the news.  For some reason, I don't think she is getting the socialization she needs, and it scares me.