Older and Fiesty
I never imagined my mom as an old woman when I was a kid. Even my grandmother never really looked old to me when I was little she was just Nana. I guess because I had always known Nana at a certain age. She was probably around my age give or take a few years when I was born. So, I never really looked at my Nana as old. But, my mom, well, I grew up with her and saw her everyday from the time she was 25 years old when she had me to now over 50 years later. But, it is funny even in all those years I never really viewed her as old or getting older until the past couple of years. I guess because my mom was so independent. She was feisty and would tell you about yourself at the drop of a hat. She had no problem telling it like it was. She was strict when we were little, my sister, brother and I. I just always thought of her as "MOM".
So, I was sitting here on the other side of the room the other day and I was looking at her. Really looking at her and I was wondering when did she get old and when did I get older. I noticed all the laugh lines in her face and the slowness of her walking now with use of a walker, which I thought she would never ever have to use. The more time she takes to think in between sentences now and the slower way she moves her hand through her hair when she brushes it. The slower way she eats now and right after she drinks a tiny drop of something how she has to use the bathroom right away. I was thinking about how many years I have spent with her and how many I will have left to spend with her. Her birthday is coming up in a few days and I was wondering how many more birthday celebrations we will have together. I am not worried about it just thinking and just enjoying the time we spend together.
Today she went to the doctor to have an eye scan. She will be having cataract surgery pretty soon so she can see better out of her eyes. I hope that when she has the surgery a whole new world will open up to her. She said she has been missing a lot due to that eye. I told her she won't be missing anything in a few days. She smiled and in her feisty way said she didn't know if that would be a good or bad thing. Yep, that's my mom.
So, I was sitting here on the other side of the room the other day and I was looking at her. Really looking at her and I was wondering when did she get old and when did I get older. I noticed all the laugh lines in her face and the slowness of her walking now with use of a walker, which I thought she would never ever have to use. The more time she takes to think in between sentences now and the slower way she moves her hand through her hair when she brushes it. The slower way she eats now and right after she drinks a tiny drop of something how she has to use the bathroom right away. I was thinking about how many years I have spent with her and how many I will have left to spend with her. Her birthday is coming up in a few days and I was wondering how many more birthday celebrations we will have together. I am not worried about it just thinking and just enjoying the time we spend together.
Today she went to the doctor to have an eye scan. She will be having cataract surgery pretty soon so she can see better out of her eyes. I hope that when she has the surgery a whole new world will open up to her. She said she has been missing a lot due to that eye. I told her she won't be missing anything in a few days. She smiled and in her feisty way said she didn't know if that would be a good or bad thing. Yep, that's my mom.
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