I have an older brother (brother #2 out of 3) who is developmentally disabled. Today is his 52nd birthday and to celebrate he wanted the family to come to his regular hangout – Hooter’s. When we moved my mom to assisted living last August, brother #2 moved in with brother #3. Brother #2 enjoys playing Bingo, watching Netflix, and frequents Hooter’s several times a week. He’s like their Norm from Cheers.
My mother is still recovering from a virus, my oldest brother was traveling for work and my daughter had volleyball practice so it ended up being me, my husband, my soon to be 13 year old son, and brother #2. We had no idea on what to expect. (more…)
The reality is that I had several talks with my parents encouraging them to simplify their lives by downsizing and finding a place where life could be easier for them.
Sadly, I feel that I have been grieving my parents for over a decade. They had been slowly killing themselves with complications from morbid obesity and diabetes. It’s been devastating to watch and frustrating to witness the pain their addictions with food and sedentary lifestyles have caused themselves and their families. (more…)
Earlier today, I thought I’d write a Throwback Thursday post and tell a great past story. But, then my day felt more like ‘Throw up Thursday’. I already knew this….but today confirmed that I’m a creature of habit and I thrive in structure, I can get by on a day with little structure, but I really don’t like a whole day of unexpected crazy. (more…)
There are lots of things I love about my 77 year old mother and a few big things I’d love to change.
Once I came back from the hair salon with my haircut shorter than usual. My husband commented that I was looking more and more like my mom. I freaked out! My mom used to say that when she was my age she started gaining weight and falling apart. This frightened me. My mom is morbidly obese, has type II diabetes, relies on personal assistance for most everything and her mobility is limited with a walker. Her mind is still great – thank God! So you see, hearing that you are looking more and more like your mom…isn’t music to my ears.
This week I’ve been excited about starting this blog. I’ve been doing research, listening to podcasts, and scratching notes of blog names and topics in a journal. I haven’t felt like this (about anything other than my family!) since I went to my first scrapbooking party 15 years ago and stayed up so late dreaming of scrapbook layouts and all the memories I could capture on album pages. It also hit me today that I am a lot like my mom. The good parts that I love. (more…)
I’ve been told this several times, especially in recent years. I have never doubted that I have a story or stories to tell and I recognize the power in the written word. It’s powerful for me personally in that I feel lighter after expressing myself with words and it can be powerful for others who absorb the words and take action or see something in a different way then ever before.
I’m just like many of you in most ways…I’m a middle age mom trying to do her best in a world with lots of competing priorities. I often compare my life to a puzzle…each piece is a member of my family who needs care, a task to do, a meal to eat, a goal to work toward, a bill to pay…you get the idea. (more…)