sistawendy | adventures with Mom, part 6 of 6

Not much in the way of adventures with Mom today, just lunch with m'boy at the Kirkland PCC, where he works, followed by a nap for Mom, leftovers (My fridge is fuller than it's ever been!), and taking the scenic route to the airport. I worked the boarding pass machine and then entrusted her to the tender ministrations of the TSA.

Which brings me to the next paragraph. Once upon a time, she wouldn't have asked me to handle the boarding pass machine. I hadn't seen her since surgery, just a hair over two years ago, and she's noticeably less... capable than she was then. I know how to handle it operationally, most of the time - offer to help her do stuff, help her remember things, and don't expect her to do exactly the kind of urban hiking I tried to do with her on this trip.

Emotionally, though? She was the one I always went to for the hard facts and rational thought in the family. I'm not ready to lose her, not even a small part of her.

This isn't to say, though, that this past week wasn't the best Christmas break I've had in a long, long time. Sure, I talk to Mom every Sunday morning on the phone, but it isn't the same. I got to share my life with her for a few days, which I think is something I've wanted to do since I got it back.

Speaking of sharing my life with someone, I've told Mom she has to stay alive & alert until I find Ms. Right and marry her. Then Mom has to stay alive until Ms. Right and I conceive a child together.