The visit has truly been an emotional roller coaster. There have been some really good times - watching her doing some Swedish Weaving and enjoying herself. And there have been some bad times - she almost fell tonight (off the stairs) and banged her head hard against the wall. There have been some low times - her asking me this morning where she was and when did she get here, the third morning of her stay. And there have been some high times - having discussions with her about things that she wouldn't have been able to remember a month ago.
I'm not ready for this life change. I'm not ready to try to be a full-time caretaker and still hold down a full-time job. I'm not ready to be a mother to my mother. But time won't wait for me to get ready. So I'll just do the best I can.
Joy Journal: Hearing my mother tell a doctor (when she didn't know I could hear) that "My daughter is an artist, she makes the most beautiful artwork. She can do anything artistic"