Pushing buttons and pulling triggers. Why does the daughter have to be the mother? I thought it was the parent who was always pushed/triggered by the kid? Not so, Annie, finds no fault in her son-in-law or my mother-in-law. However, I come home and I am the "mommy" who will not let her do what she wants. This scene lasts anywhere from 5 to 10 minutes and then all is forgotten, but in that small window I have become the enemy; the "Mom" who does not let the "teenager" go "where and when" she wants. It is kind of funny if you think about it, my mother getting angry because she cannot drive 800 miles(there is no distance/time capability) to go see a friend. A Friend who, unfortunately, has not lived in the space which she can still identify for years. Yet she is sharp in some fields, ask her the name of a flower and she has it within a few seconds. Amazing!
Like my five year old, Whit, who also does not understand time or distance, there is never enough time spent with his friends next door. Both need instant gratification. And both love hanging out with each other watching March Madness. Ah Nothing better than feeling like a decent turkey and avocado on sourdough. Much better than that egg salad sandwich.
good night and peace out. dementia mama
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