Last night I tucked my eighty-one year old mom, who has Alzheimer's, into bed. I stroked her fine white hair and hugged and kissed her goodnight:
Me: I love you mom.
Mom: I love you too. I’m so proud of you.
Me: What for?
Mom: I don’t remember what for, but it’s good.
We chuckled, I squeezed her soft hand, switched off the light and, with a very warm, happy and satisfied feeling, closed her door behind me.
Leaving today. I'm going to miss her.
Me: I love you mom.
Mom: I love you too. I’m so proud of you.
Me: What for?
Mom: I don’t remember what for, but it’s good.
We chuckled, I squeezed her soft hand, switched off the light and, with a very warm, happy and satisfied feeling, closed her door behind me.
Leaving today. I'm going to miss her.
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| October 2006 |
Love the photo of you and your Mom. She is a sweetie!
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"I don't remember what for, but it's good." The best proof you could ever have of a truly loving and supportive Mother.
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