Funny how the roles reverse. I’ve mentioned this before as far as the caretaker. I have noticed as of late, behaviors seem to reverse as well. Stubbornness. Sassyness. Defiance. Denial. Or maybe that is just my family.
Just today I had to tell my mother not to take a shower until I got home. Very similar to something I would say to my children. Of course, she didn’t mind me and took two tumbles. My brother, John, and my husband, David, were thankfully home with her. They were able to help her afterward.
When I arrived they told me what had happened. I tried to talk to her about it. She wouldn’t even look me in the eye. She raised her hand and simply said, “we will talk about this later.” In other words, she was too embarrassed and knew what she had done risked the safety of her health.
Like a child, she got caught and hoped I would forget and not be as difficult on her if we waited until later to talk about it. The truth is. I was not mad at her. I was worried she was hurt. I was frieghtened at what could have happened. Just like she would be if the role were reversed. Just like I would be if I was in the same situation with one of my children.
One thing I have learned for sure from this entire experience with my mother; do not wait until later. There may not be a later.