Tag Archives: parents

Healing

Posted on February 3, 2020 by daughter3

For so many reasons, I haven’t written this blog in a long time. For one thing, I’m writing a book about my mom and me, and when I have time to write, I write that. For another thing, as my … Continue reading →

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Boxing Day

Posted on January 1, 2018 by daughter3

I walk down the hallway toward my mom, who is leaning against her walker with her friends surrounding her. They notice me and wave as I approach. She sees me, but she doesn’t wave, and when I come up alongside … Continue reading →

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Meaning

Posted on August 16, 2017 by daughter3

When I walk into the TV room where my mom sits with the other residents, they are all motionless in wheelchairs and arm chairs. While they’re facing the TV set, their eyes are wandering or down, or to the side, … Continue reading →

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Coloring

Posted on November 21, 2016 by daughter3

My mom was such a simple person — on the outside. She never lied. Or cheated. Or stole. Or smoke or drank, for that matter. She believed in God and prayed, and she loved her children. She was nice and … Continue reading →

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L’Shanah Tovah

Posted on October 12, 2016 by daughter3

“HA-va Nagila, HA-va Nagila, HA-va Nagila Ve-nis mech-A!” The musician was singing with energy and joy, and people were getting up to dance. “What is he singing?” my mom asked. “Hava Nagila,” I said. “What does that mean?” she asked. … Continue reading →

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Play

Posted on June 22, 2016 by daughter3

I sneak up on my mom in the dining room and surprise her. “Oh, don’t scare me. I get scared very, very….” “Easily?” “Yes… no… very, very… greatly.” “Sorry.” We walk to her room and lay on her bed. I … Continue reading →

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Men

Posted on March 24, 2014 by daughter3

“Yuck … men!” said my mom more times than I can count, from my teenage years until about three years ago. My mom wasn’t happy with my dad, who was her husband for over 35 years. When they divorced more … Continue reading →

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Time

Posted on January 15, 2014 by daughter3

“I want to keep you forever,” my mom says, holding my hand and lifting it to her heart. We’re walking the corridors of the Hebrew Home, having just visited the bird cage, on our way to see the fish tank. … Continue reading →

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My mom is growing into childhood

Posted on June 10, 2013 by daughter3

Every day, in different ways, my mom gets a little more childlike. “You’re my bestest friend and … daughter,” she says to me, the daughter part sounding more and more like an afterthought. “You’re the only one left,” she says. … Continue reading →

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An old man, his horse, and my mom

Posted on February 19, 2013 by daughter3

There’s a parable about an old man whose horse runs away. “What a terrible thing,” the village people say. “That’s life,” says the old man. The horse returns and brings with it three mares. “What a wonderful thing,” the village … Continue reading →

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