Comparing and Then Listing

Denise

Comparing and Then Listing

Denise
shopping-cart-53797_640I don't really compare my life to others.

But I find myself comparing my parents, and their abilities, with other older adults I see out and about. A trip to the grocery story includes assessing how others, who seem close in age to my parents, manage.

My dad still seems to be better shape than the other men I see pushing the grocery carts. Since December, my dad has done the grocery shopping, with me filling in here and there. The anxiousness of his first trip, when he asked question and question about the list my mom handed him, has subsided. He now brings home what's on the list and what he wants. "I walked through the aisles with sheer abandon," he said to me the other day. as I packed the goodies he collected.

My mom, though, seems so much worse than the other older woman. Because she seems worse, I wonder what we'll next add to her list of what she no longer does. She's back to doing laundry and she went back to mass last Sunday. She still writes out the list for the grocery store but she doesn't go the grocery store. And, when I think about her pushing that cart loaded with cans and jars and meat through those aisles that now seem endless, I freak out a bit.

It's so odd when what we could do now becomes what we can't.

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