Yes, 2016 will be the Year of My Mother.
Mom is slipping.
I hated to see it first hand,, as this woman has been someone you could count on for so many years, I first put it out there [here], counting the ways I notice her challenges. Not only simple things like remembering my name or making coffee, but her struggling with finding the right word, her slowing down physically, and her losing abilities, like cooking, she had her whole life.
Yet, the belly-laughs just the past few days outnumber the ones I heard the previous 40 years or so. She is happy. Maybe for the first time in a long time, she is truly, fully, and completely happy. She has no concerns about being abused, mentally or otherwise by an ex. She has no worries about paying the bills, having enough time to do what she wants, or any other thing that may come up. No worries.
2016 will be an adjustment for me, no doubt.
I haven't lived with ANYONE in such a long time. I NEVER had responsibility for ANYONE EVER. I NEVER had to cook regularly for anyone other than myself. I NEVER had to plan for a future that is totally unknown. Mom's condition changing? Unknown. My ability to give her enough quality care? Unknown. It's not SO bad.
I think about what my list of resolutions would have been like if she WASN'T with me. I think I am going to look forward to more belly-laughs and not worry about what I can't control. I think we will be just fine...