After dinner last nite mom called to ask about the current hurricane. She was watching the news. We are going to be fine she tells me but are you going to be effected by it she asks me. I ask her what she means as she has caught me off guard. Florida will be fine she says but I am wondering if you and Torsten will get hit by it in Jersey. SMH.
I do not like moments like these. I am not sure if it is one of those age related things or I just woke up from a short nap thing. Either way I do not like hearing the inevitable confusion when I remind her that she is in Jersey now. My statement is always followed by that pregnant pause which is always followed by the well what you gonna do comment.
I feel a storm coming. I am not sure when it will make landfall but I know it’s coming. There are the little tells, the subtle changes. She has become more of a spectator and less of a participant. I have seen this before. I do not like where I know it’s going. I want to redirect her path. Keep her interest levels up. Keep mom mom.
I do not like these feelings. I do not like watching these changes.
I am grateful that we are all together now. Happy that we have the chance to make new memories; mom picking crabs with us, taco Tuesday and moose kisses to name a few. These moments ease the frustration of the slip sliding moments. The less capable mom holding my arm as we walk. The what you gonna do mom.
I am glad she is here, 8 minutes from my front door because I feel a storm coming and 18 hours away … well that was a whole different thing.
So, I am gathering my storm kit. Making sure I have what I need and my supplies are in the pantry. I will not dwell on what I know is coming rather enjoy the blue sky and comfortable weather.
There’s a storm coming. It isn’t here yet. I’m going to keep an eye to the weather line and enjoy calm while it’s here.
Life with mom ….
My mother myself 