Sometimes we are forced to put our niceties on the shelf and resort to a more forceful approach to getting what we want. If you are used to telling people what to do, that may not be a problem, but when it comes to one’s own parent that is another story.
|My mother 23 years ago with my son|
It should come as no surprise that the transition between doing what your parents tell you to do and telling them what to do is a difficult one, especially when that parent is incapable of making their own decisions. In my case that would be my mother, who I just recently forced out of the house and to her new doctor’s office for the first time in three years. Her doctor had been renewing her prescription without ever even seeing her once. As many of you know, my mother suffered a stroke fifteen years ago and after she lost her partner my family and I moved in with her so that she would not be alone.
It took a long time for me to stop believing my mother’s lies. Despite what she was telling me, she was not fine. More and more she started closing herself off. She stopped talking to her friends and family, stopped going out, stopped washing her clothes, stopped cleaning her apartment and most importantly stopped asking for help. So now I have stopped asking her if she needs it. Now I am just doing for her the things that I always took for granted that she could do herself.
Life is a strange thing. Our parents eventually become our children and when you are finally forced to face that day and except it, I hope you have a solid pair of rubber gloves. Today’s mission: cleaning out my mother’s kitchen cupboard. Yes, banana peels can turn into black stone.
Do you have a story to share about your “Parenting” struggles? I would love to hear it. Come back tomorrow for some Minnie Gibberish fun, a game unlike any game you have ever played before.