Mom and me on the grass.
I called Mom last night, haven’t seen her since last weekend—had to rest my post-op foot the last few days.
It was almost 8 p.m. D, the nurse answered.
D: Your mom is right here in front of me. (to Mom) Katherine, it’s your daughter.
Me: Hi, Mom. What were you doing?
Mom: I was waiting for you.
Those words felt satisfying. Maybe it’s co-dependent, though I’m not a fan of that word. Doesn’t love require us to be co-dependent sometimes, after all?
Me: Any good movies on today?
Mom: No, just ads.
Me: Oh, well maybe they’ll be a good one on later.
Mom: The snow in the backyard is going away.
Me: Yeah? I guess it’s about time. Friday is the first day of spring.
Me: Yes. So we can go outside soon.
Mom: That would be nice.
Me: We can go outside in the garden.
Me: How are you feeling?
Mom: Pretty good.
Me: How is Mouse*?
Mom: She’s fine, she’s holding her own. (pause) I need some cookies.
Me: The chocolate grahams?
Mom: Yes, those are my favorites. (excitement in her voice)
Me: Anything else you need?
Mom: No, I don’t think so.
Me: Okay, Mom. I’ll bring them this week. Have a good night.
Mom: You too, dear.
Time will stand still till I speak with her or see her again. She seems less and less aware of the passage of time these days. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
* Mouse is her stuffed animal cat, named after her deceased cat of the same name.