Lately, life has been moving at the speed of life. So much so I missed posting last week. Apologies for not even offering a brief touch base like I had the prior two Wednesdays.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve navigated circumstances both familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar: assisting an aging parent with issues, great and small.
Unfamiliar: witnessing an aging parent grapple with issues, both great and small.
For several years I have observed shifts in my mother. However, on this recent visit, I found myself taken aback once or twice by a few subtle advances.
Familiar: her quick wit and fierce nature.
Unfamiliar: repeated conversations and/or questions.
Like many mother/daughter relationships, ours can swing between tenderness to tension and back again swiftly.
Familiar: her love of reading and unbelievably delicious cooking.
Unfamiliar: blank stares returned after answering some of those repeated questions.
Life has swung from the
Familiar: mother/daughter
to the
Unfamiliar: daughter/mother
swiftly, at the speed of life.
Mozaik Ink 