|Ma, waiting for the van to take her to "school."|
Yesterday, my mom and I had our hair done. It was enjoyable for both of us. My mom felt like she was in control of herself, she chose her own hair color. "I look Italian!" She exclaimed when she saw me.
"Well Ma, you are Italian so that's very good. You look so young." I replied.
Mom stood a bit taller and smiled bright. She was talkative and eager to walk around the supermarket. Boy, did we walk the store; my mom kept up with me. A spring was in her step as she pushed the cart, reminding me of items that I had told her I needed.
My mom had a fabulous day.
Today, my mom woke up at 5 AM. She was happy and smiling as she gave me a good morning hug. Two nights in a row my mom slept through without waking and roaming during the wee hours. She woke up aware and cognizant of her surroundings. Swallowing her supplements was a snap; hard to believe that she had difficulty just a couple of days ago remembering how to take a pill.
She stood waiting patiently for Martha to arrive this morning, holding her lunch, standing like a little girl waiting for the bus. The cats, they waited too, just like little puppy dogs.
Mom left this morning, happy and feeling beautiful because her hair was nice.
"See you at 2:30 Ma, I'll be there to pick you up after school." I said to her as she replied, "OK, Dear. Have a good day!"