Last Tuesday my Mom became ill and after a day in the ER, it was decided to put her in the hospital until she got better. Needless to say, it was a very stressful week. The good news is that she is better and back at home this week.
I worry about my Mom … a lot. She is 82 years old and very independent. She lives alone and does very well for herself. But I worry. I can’t help it.
I guess what happens, is that our roles do reverse as we age. I have become the Mom. And when things don’t go as they should, I take the responsibility on myself.
I spent almost every waking minute at the hospital, and it was a good thing I did. Many elderly people just don’t know how to ask for what they need. Even the most basic things.
My little teddy bear life has been on hold for a bit. And that is as it should be. As hard as it is for my Mom to accept, she is my priority. I would do anything for her.
I feel very blessed to have her in my life and to be able to share “old age” with my “little Mom.”
I love you, Mom!