Mothering My Mom
When I had my son ten years ago I developed this "mother hearing" where I can hear him from a country away if I had to. When he was a baby if he made a peep I would hear him. It is basically the same now with him and now since my mom has been sick and back and forth to the hospital more times then I can almost count I have developed the same kind of hearing with her. I call that "mother hearing for mom" I can hear her if she makes a peep too. When I hear those and look at her face then I know that something is wrong. Usually she will need a Tylenol for an ache or pain that just won't go away without it.
It is funny how the roles are now reversed. It is like I am mothering her now. In many ways I am doing just that. She took care of me for many years and some ways she still is and now I am taking care of her. It is not an easy job and I never thought that it would be. I don't really consider it a "job" I just consider it something that I do out of love. The rewards are not money. The rewards are seeing her smile when I tell her a corny joke, and see her laugh when my son does something funny, and seeing her put on her coat without too much help from us for the first time, seeing her taking pride in putting her shoes on the right feet in the morning and seeing the glimmer in her eyes when she remembers the date. Those are my rewards. The strokes took so much away from her physically and mentally and on days when more things go right then wrong those are the good days and the days that we enjoy the most.
Today has been a good day for the most part. All her therapy went well and her blood pressure was good and under control and has been for a while now. (Knock on Wood) She has had less pain today then usual and that is always a good thing.
We take things one day at a time and today this day it was a good day. And she didn't even mind the nurse or the therapist coming by today. She did well with the therapist and the nurse was pleased with her progress too. And that brought a smile to both of our faces.
It is funny how the roles are now reversed. It is like I am mothering her now. In many ways I am doing just that. She took care of me for many years and some ways she still is and now I am taking care of her. It is not an easy job and I never thought that it would be. I don't really consider it a "job" I just consider it something that I do out of love. The rewards are not money. The rewards are seeing her smile when I tell her a corny joke, and see her laugh when my son does something funny, and seeing her put on her coat without too much help from us for the first time, seeing her taking pride in putting her shoes on the right feet in the morning and seeing the glimmer in her eyes when she remembers the date. Those are my rewards. The strokes took so much away from her physically and mentally and on days when more things go right then wrong those are the good days and the days that we enjoy the most.
Today has been a good day for the most part. All her therapy went well and her blood pressure was good and under control and has been for a while now. (Knock on Wood) She has had less pain today then usual and that is always a good thing.
We take things one day at a time and today this day it was a good day. And she didn't even mind the nurse or the therapist coming by today. She did well with the therapist and the nurse was pleased with her progress too. And that brought a smile to both of our faces.
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