That's how I often feel: young and restless. Before her strokes, my mother followed that soap everyday. Price is Right was right before it. When I was home sick, we would cuddle on the couch, my head in her lap as she stroked my hair, and watch together...well, I was usually asleep by the time the soap came on. I miss her.
Now, I fix her hair. I tuck her in when she stays over. I get her plate together and ensure she has Diet Coke when she's out at my home. I answer the hard questions for her (What state are we in? Are we going to my Dad's for the 4th? When will my brother's visit?). She can't remember my brother's or my birthdays. She often refers to my brother as "Rance" in conversation. The other day when conversing with Julie and Lewis on her way home she asked, "Now...Katie...she's my daughter, right?" It's difficult to see her like this, but I'm glad I'm able to be here for her.
This on top of being a mother, wife, cleaning, cooking, and worship leading makes for a restless, sleepy lady. Would I change any of these roles? No...maybe the cleaning part.
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