She was having her afternoon tea in the dining room reading a magazine when I arrived. I brought a Christmas scrapbook and we looked through 1983 through 1986 together. She was pretty alert. She couldn't identify everyone, but I have to admit to being glad the pictures were labeled myself!
We took a brief walk/wheelchair ride around her floor and admired holiday decorations. We went to her room to see how her "miracle plant" (fast-growing amaryllis) was doing.
She invited me to stay for dinner, but I reminded her I have people to cook for. She wasn't at all upset when I left.
No demands. No drama. No complaints. Mom is 94 has a broken hip that will never heal so is wheel-chair bound, and has dementia.
Nothing to discuss, really, but I thought I ought to balance things out once in a while. Not all mothers are narcissistic mean old witches. :)
I had another chuckle today. I went to see my G I doc to schedule a routine colonoscopy. I can't remember when the last one was, but I remembered that his twins were three at the time. I repeated this to his receptionist and nurse, neither of whom knew how old the twins are now. So the doctor walks in and says, "so when did I see you last?" "Your twins were three years old", I say triumphantly. "Oy," he says," the twins, how old are the twins?" ( he has 10 kids). We finally settled on it was 7 or 8, or maybe 9 years ago, he'll check how old they are tonight.