I’ve been trying to lessen my impact upon my mother – to ease some of the load I can be on her. It is hard to believe she is 65 now. She takes it upon herself as me, her son, as being some kind of project to work on and to mold. She will quickly get her hands full loaded with routines for me in a heartbeat and feels like she can’t say no once she is obligated. .
“She just can’t do all that anymore,” my father said this morning in agreement. “She gets bumfuzzled. And we need to keep her off the road.”
Mom has been bringing me 2 quarts of ice cream every Friday for months now. I suggested we only do that once a month from here on – a true treat to look forward to. Things were getting complicated as they normally do with my mother. She is the proverbial snowball rolling down hill gaining momentum as she goes.
2 comments:
It is nice you are worried about your mom. I am sure she enjoys doing special things for you, so it is good that you can still find her a way to do so.
Glad to know you are feeling better this week.
I do this with my son also. This really hit home.
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