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.


janetvanfleet said...

Good for you, Maggie. This work you are doing at home is real, human work, what we were made for.

Maggie Neale said...

Thank you, Janet. That feels good to hear. My emotions seem to be jumping all over the place and my neck has gotten very stiff...taking it on...oh my!