So Mom and I had her admissions interview at the facility this morning. Is this how parents feel at their children’s school assessments? It was a weird anxiety to present her well, make sure they saw how lovely she is.
Happily, Mom did great. She failed miserably to answer lots of the questions to test her cognitive skills– but her personality came through. She was pleasant, happy, connected with the admissions person and even made a joke. I sat feeling like a proud momma.
But my favorite moment was when Mom was asked who I was. What was my name, or our relationship? She struggled. She knew it was an important question. Finally, she figured out the answer: “I follow her.”
Somehow I loved that response. It was not that I am her daughter or sister or friend, all terms that she has used. Not my name though she knows it most of the time. But a real description of our relationship these days.
Once I followed Mom. Now Mom follows me.
Not quite the plan 
July 14, 2015 at 6:01 pm
What a precious commentary. You’re doing well; it’s great that she’s chosen you to follow.
July 15, 2015 at 6:19 am
This brought tears to my eyes – so beautiful and poignant. I love your relationship.
July 15, 2015 at 7:05 am
I love this.
July 15, 2015 at 8:36 am
My heart broke. Big hugs to both you and your mom.
July 15, 2015 at 12:44 pm
Beautiful.
July 18, 2015 at 11:06 pm
I also can relate. When we would go to her neurologist or her primary, she would always look at me for the answers. I remember her stating, “She knows all the answers!” I also remember her doctor, who was also mine asking who I was. A few times she said, “My mother”, but usually she just knew that she knew me, that girl. This post got me teary.