It gives me no more joy than to sit in mom’s bedroom as she lay in the bed talking. That’s what I did for most of the afternoon. Mom also lets me drink all the soda I want while I am there. The fridge in the basement is full of it and all kinds of interesting varieties. We mainly talked about her frets and worries.
“I was out of it last night,” mom told me. “I don’t think I am ever going to get over this cold.”
“You’ve had the flu,” I replied.
“But I’ve had both of the flu shots!”
“You had a variant that the shot didn’t cover.”
“I couldn’t even remember my own granddaughter’s name last night,” mom told me chuckling. “Your father was like, ‘Martha!!!’”
“Well, I forgot her birthday,” I replied feeling shameful trying to consol mom. “I still want to send her a card with some money.”
“I’ll help you with that,” mom said.
Helen works nine to five and was still working. She came bustling into the bedroom just at that moment.
“Get up now Mrs. Martha,” she said with a grin. “I am changing your sheets.”
Mom climbed out of the bed with her hair all amiss. She was still in her pajamas. That was my cue to head on home. Mom went and got on the couch in the den as I was leaving.
“I love you,” she told me. “You ought to do this everyday.”
“I would if you could pry me away from the Internet that long,” I said jokingly.
I drove home with the passing thought that I should stop by and bother George, but I worried I would wake him up from sleep.
4 comments:
i am glad that you had a good afternoon with your mom. if you are up to emailing i would like that. i have been in the mood to be talky today bu t nobody really to talk to. i talked to my mom a few times and will again tonight before going to bed. take great care of yourself.liz
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It sounds like you had a nice visit with your Mom. I'm sure she enjoyes those visits as much as you do.
For some reason hearing you refer to your Mom by her given name Martha, made me think of a book I got my granddaughter before she was ever bron. IT's called George and Martha. It's two hippos who are best friends and some of their adventures.
Random I know :-)
It sounds like your Mom gets lonely too. I know it's hard with her illnesses too to have steady friends. How nice that you were able to keep each other company.
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