Saturday, February 21, 2009
What a beautiful smile my mother can flash these days. I don't remember this smile from my growing up. She seems more delighted and playful than I can remember her being, but I must remember not to ask her to remember anything and I must find patience with her continuous questions ---about the same thing. It is as if there were holes where so much of what is said and what is happening can just simply fall through. When I cared for her this past week, it was a role reversal. I am trying to adjust to this great change. I am not able to work with focus or on any project too thoroughly----my mind also has gone wandering.