Mom was super anxious again in the first half of today’s visit, then improved. Earlier she was apparently wheelin’ a fellow resident around in a chair and they both crashed in a heap. Nobody harmed, but I wonder what could have happened in the hardwood section instead of carpet? Mom has a servant’s heart 🙂 and she is still a great mom in her new context…as best she can be.
After supper with mom and the Mrs. E, N and W non-triplet triplets, and after we had some time to visit a tad, mom chilled out more and played some piano again. She wasn’t as good at piano as she has been, but it was still sweet and the ladies loved it.
2 things I learned today:
1. Mom misses denim pants although she doesn’t know the words.
2. She hates my beard until I bring her on camera when she changes her mind and likes it.
She was more talkative today than she has been for a few days which is a fun adventure. Only a couple oddly off-color statements. She is still hoarding books, boxes, silverware, and anything else she can find to stash away. She is basically that lady pushing around her possessions but without the chrome Wal-Mart vehicle.
Of course, she loved me coming and hated me even implying I was leaving.
Lastly and not proudly, I had to fib and “excuse myself to the bathroom” in order to leave. I admit that was a terrible thing to do. Profound feelings of guilt and selfishness. 🙁 The alternative way of leaving also sucks for her and me too. Been there, done that. I would love tips on how to make leaving less heartbreaking.
I would love to have another plan to help her these days, but for health, safety, socialization and the like she is in a better place than home. Facts don’t make this situation unsuck. 🙁
(Note: in the picture below, mom is helping a 102-year-old belle walk up and down the hall. Mom is very busy but likes to help and serve)