Every day my mother becomes more wobbly. If I don't hold on to her she might wobble off to the left, leaving me headed in my own direction. Then I'm veering to the left to retrieve her and we continue on our way. At home, she wobbles from room to room. If she didn't know the house so well she couldn't possibly keep from falling. I think she does fall far more than she will admit. She would rather wobble in her own house and keep her independence. I worry about her but it is her decision.
She is good-humored about her wobbling, always the first to make a joke. I know, though, that it is not easy for her. She was always the first to do things for other people, take charge and take care of us all. It goes against the grain for her to be the one who is dependent. But for now she wobbles her way around and pretends to be content.
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