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January 18, 2014

At yesterday’s visit with mom, I remembered to bring a 2014 wall calendar.  Arriving just as she was finishing lunch, she is awake and content with a full belly!  Her appetite is very good, they all marvel at how well she eats.  I take her to the library where there is a nice bright sunny window to sit near and watch it snow.  Yes it is falling again!  I show her the calendar and tell her that we need to write in  all the special birthdays for the year.  She looks at me and frowns, she asks, “You can’t do that yourself?” I replied with, “Of course I could have, but I wanted you to help me.” She came back with, “Whatever!”  Did we just have a bit of real conversation with a little bit of attitude thrown in?  I chuckled.  I showed her each and every brightly colored picture page.  January’s ice and snow covered scene, looked just like what we could see out our own window here.

I went through each month and made a big deal of whose birthday we were adding and how old they were going to be on their special day (of course I was guessing on some of them, but it didn’t really matter.)  With each one she made faces and mumbled something, and sometimes at great length with great animation and conviction. I wish I knew what she was trying to tell me about that person or birthday!

When we got to April and I decorated the 18th square for her birthday and told her that she would be 85, she said, “What?? I don’t think so!” And then went into a monologue ramble.  Gee what is she saying?  What am I supposed to be getting from this conversation?  Her facial expressions keep changing.  Nor angry, hard, or frustrated, more as if she was  happy and content.  Finally I understand the word “dancing.”  She must be telling me about a birthday from long ago and she was dancing.

Of course she is not turning 85 in her world, she is forever 18!!!

It is only in my world that she will be 85.

We complete the calendar, the snow is falling and blowing so hard across the open fields, I cannot see the road out front.  Without saying anything, I rise from the chair, when mom immediately says, “Are you leaving me now?”  I told her that I needed to leave and get home before the roads get too bad that  I have a lot of hills to travel on and that I didn’t want to slip and slide too much.  She said, “That is OK, be careful!”

Still my mom, telling me to be careful as I leave!

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