As I have mentioned, Mom loves the ice cream. Last night at dinner, she ate half a carton of ice cream and then we headed out to do some errands.
In the car she mentioned that when we arrived home she planned to have some ice cream. Enter daughter diet enforcer. I told her she was not having ice cream for the second time in one day. She asked, “when did I have ice cream?” to which I explained that she had eaten it after dinner. Without hesitation she responded, “I don’t remember.”
It was dark in the car, but it looked like Mom was laughing over there. Most of the time Mom truly does not remember, but in that moment I was certain that she did or at least that she had happily decided to take full advantage of her memory gap. Mom was enjoying this moment, I could tell. She was happy to pretend that she did not remember and eat the ice cream a second time.
For a moment at least Mom was finding some pleasure in the lack of memory.
