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.