On being a mother to my mother
I have my elderly mother living with me. Apart from some financial support from my sister in a far away country, I carry the load.
It can be exhausting at times -- and downright scary, daily facing a future me. Is this really what I'm in for as I age. I don't want to go there - but its inevitable.
My mother is becoming childlike in many ways, and I'm obliged to be a mother to my mother. I have to tell her to get in the car, or she'll just stand there gazing around.
When we're out in public, she seems to have lost any concept of personal space. Chatting to random strangers as though they are old friends. Stroking their arms, or patting their shoulders. I have to lead her away by the hand.
The other day in the queue at the grocery store, the woman behind us was wearing a necklace my mother thought was worth examining up close. No problem that the necklace was disappearing down the woman's cleavage, my mother pulls it out and leans over the examine it... smiling whimsically. The woman was horrified. I just gave her an apologetic (or desperate, I'm not sure) smile over my mother's head and hoped she understood.
Anyone else in this situation that would like to share their experiences?
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