Have you seen the movie The Incredibles? It's an animated movie about two super heroes who marry and have a family of children who also have super powers. And these parents are just as regular, quirky, and as embarrassing to their kids as any other parents.
"Honey? Where's my super-suit?"
I want Edna "E" Mode to make me a super-suit. "Simple, elegant, yet BOLD!"
My super-suit will be purple, not only because I look good in purple, but because it is the color of Alzheimer's. My super-suit will be Teflon coated, so that the dementia-crap my Mother throws my way can slide off. It will shield my heart from the weird and nasty words that fly out of my Mother's mouth. It will remind me that I have the power and inner strength to cope with this nightmare.
My super-suit will "breathe like Egyptian cotton... and be machine washable", just like the super-suits that Edna made for the Incredibles.
And no cape!
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
lunch
Watching my Mother eat lunch is like watching an eight month old eat. The food goes in her mouth, she chews, she moves it around her mouth, she wrinkles her face, she gives a grimace, and then she pushes it out her mouth, down her chin and all over her jersey and slacks. Then she picks the bits off her tongue and wipes them on the table.
The only difference between her and the eight month old, is that she asks before every fork or sip. "What's this?"
Nothing tastes right for her now.
All food is "gross, yuck, no, no, no, no."
"You like cantaloupe" I say "It's one of your favorites."
"No, no, no!"
Today even her favorite orange juice was not going to be swallowed! Out it came, all over her jersey.
And her walker... it looked like it had been spray-painted with graffiti. But I think it was some of yesterday's dinner.
"Woo-oo, mercy mercy me, ah things ain't what they used to be, oh no no..."
The only difference between her and the eight month old, is that she asks before every fork or sip. "What's this?"
Nothing tastes right for her now.
All food is "gross, yuck, no, no, no, no."
"You like cantaloupe" I say "It's one of your favorites."
"No, no, no!"
Today even her favorite orange juice was not going to be swallowed! Out it came, all over her jersey.
And her walker... it looked like it had been spray-painted with graffiti. But I think it was some of yesterday's dinner.
"Woo-oo, mercy mercy me, ah things ain't what they used to be, oh no no..."
Monday, June 17, 2013
sister
Yesterday, Mom asked me ten times if I was
her sister. She doesn't have a sister and I don't either. Who was she looking for?
"You're my mommy and I'm your daughter" I told her with a big cheery smile, trying to hold back my tears. She told me I was lying, each time.
Later, during my visit, when she knew who I was, she got all angry and teary because she hasn't seen me in years, I never come to visit, and nobody loves her. I hugged her tight and we both cried.
"You're my mommy and I'm your daughter" I told her with a big cheery smile, trying to hold back my tears. She told me I was lying, each time.
Later, during my visit, when she knew who I was, she got all angry and teary because she hasn't seen me in years, I never come to visit, and nobody loves her. I hugged her tight and we both cried.
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