Wednesday, September 28, 2011
but she's my Mommy, and some part of me thinks she may ground me
I guess most people grow up knowing that some day their parents will, gods willing, be old and they'll have to take care of them. We expect to outlive our folks and we expect that at some point the balance of power will shift and they'll be the kids and we'll become the parents. But try pulling rank on a woman who isn't shitting herself, who does remember you, and every stupid thing you've ever done to call your judgment into question. Try putting on your stern face and saying "No!" to someone who will always, because experience dictates it, hear your voice say that word in a whiny teenage tone. Mom's being pretty good about listening to me enforce the doctor's orders, but I am well aware that I possess no more rank than she permits me to have. If she really wanted to take a shower, stitches and all, I'm not sure anything short of body slamming her in the hallway could convince her otherwise. And this is all (so far) temporary, so if we're all lucky things will go back to normal soon and I'll be her kid and she'll be a parent of an adult with no real authority but still the ability to make me feel guilty with a stern look, and I won't have to worry about it. But it also means I can't burn any bridges right now. I can't just say "You're a sick old lady and I'm the one without a big gash up the back of my head so listen to me or be put in a home!" or whatever else you say to parents when they get all sassy. At least she's lucid. I can't even imagine how hard this would be if she didn't understand why I was pulling rank, or if she tried to fight me physically. If she gets Alzheimer's, I'm shipping her up to my brother in Chicago. We don't get along well anyway, so I won't worry about burning that bridge. :D
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