Monday, February 10, 2014
This morning after breakfast, my mother asked again where to go to watch television. I explained that there were only four rooms to choose from. I had her name three of the rooms. She could not name the fourth. And then I asked her where the television was: her room. I was hoping she would remember something, anything. Her reply to me was, You don’t like me, do you? Dr. S was right. I should go with the flow and stop trying to teach, stop trying to make her into someone else. It’s clearly as stressful to her as it is to me. So I hugged her, led her into her room, and brought in a plate of her favorite cookies. I was justly chastised by her comment.
Taking a stylistic page from Alexander McCall Smith:
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thecaregiversdiary 
No Guilt Sandy, you are doing a wonderful job with Mom, it is hard not to lose your sanity but as I have always said to you my friend, ” You are doing a wonderful job” and you are creating memories, maybe not all good ones, but one day you will be happy for these moments that are driving you crazy .
Ann