Home is Where the Mom is

KarenLavinia

Home is Where the Mom is

KarenLavinia
Mom is finally home. After leaving her home of 66 years with my dad, then dad's death two weeks after moving to assisted living together, then living there for seven months alone, she has moved once again. She's home. My home is now hers too.

It feels good. It feels right. I hope that it is right.

Today was a normal day -- but all new to Mom. We picked up my granddaughter, mom's only great-grandchild, from day care. We listened to her stories in the car, picked up food at a drive-thru. Mom was so happy to have a fish sandwich and onion rings. The GD was happy with her ice cream. As we ate our food at home, my 4-year old granddaughter told Mom about all the fun things about being at Nana's; you get to have treats, sometimes you get to watch a movie on Nana's bed, you might even get to go to the park or have ice cream with gummy worms on it. This is my mother's new normal.

I think it's going to be good -- for all of us.