Keeping It Real

When I visit my mother at the Care Center where she lives, trying to keep a conversation real with her is a challenge that can take on a life of its own.

When I arrived at the care center this morning to visit my mother, I told her that my husband, Bill, and our daughter, Shantel, and I would come on Sunday at 12:00 noon to pick her up and take her with us out to see my brother, Danny’s new home. I told her we will have lunch at Danny’s house so don’t eat lunch at the care center on Sunday ( readers, hold this thought).

My mother will be 87 on Saturday. She has Parkinson’s disease which causes her to have trouble concentrating and understanding things. And, to complicate the matter, she is hard of hearing, not unlike all the other elderly residents in the care center…That said, perhaps you can try to picture how my visit and conversation with my mother went today.

As usual, when I visit my mother on Wednesday’s, she likes for me to watch the Price is Right show with her in the activity center. Today, one of the prizes a contestant won was a motorcycle. The contestant was jumping up and down and screaming as she was so excited that she won the motorcycle. My mother looked at me and asked me what I would do if I were on that show and won a motorcycle? I said if I won a motorcycle I would sell it because I don’t ride motorcycles and have no desire to own one. My mother said “I don’t think anyone should ever ride a motorcycle, and especially not women.” Then she said “and if everyone could see all the head injuries I saw when I was a nurse working in the emergency room, no one would ever ride a motorcycle.” I said “well, I think it is up to each person to decide what they want to do.” I said “your granddaughter, Chante‘, has Stephen’s (her late father) motorcycle now. She rides it, loves it, and that’s her choice.” My mother glared at me and said “what is wrong with you? How could you let her do that?” I said “I don’t have any control over what she does.” At that my mother said “well you should have some control over what she does, your her mother!”

That’s when I realized my mother thought I said my daughter, Shantel, who is totally blind, had Stephen’s motorcycle and was riding it. So, I said a little louder this time “mom, Shantel is blind, how do you think she could ever operate a motorcycle?” At that my friend, Sharon, another resident who was sitting at the same table with us, looked at me and screamed “WHAT!!!, you let your blind daughter drive a motorcycle, what kind of mother are you?” She said “that’s a terrible thing for you to do. Don’t you know she could get killed?”

OMG, now the other residents sitting at our table wanted to know who was driving a motorcycle blind? So I had to go back over the whole conversation I was trying to have with my mother, and explain that my blind daughter had nothing to do with this conversation or with driving any motorcycle…

Lucky for me, by the time I convinced the residents at the table my blind daughter was not driving a motorcycle, it was time to take mom to her Wednesday Catholic Church Service, so off we went. But the fun was not over just yet…

No, when I went to hug my mother good-bye, I said “Ok, mom, we will see you on Sunday, and remember, don’t eat lunch.” Mom just stared at me and said “what’s happening on Sunday?” I just smiled and said “It will be a surprise mom, just don’t eat lunch.”

Lord help me with my mother, to just keep “keeping it real.”

Stay Tuned!

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gotham girl
    Sep 05, 2013 @ 21:01:37

    Too funny! I bet Shantel got a kick out of this one!! Keeping it real…great title! Good luck on Sunday! 🙂 xoxo MORE!


  2. Megs
    Sep 06, 2013 @ 18:07:24

    That’s funny! Xoxo


  3. katsbynp
    Sep 14, 2013 @ 10:54:41

    Reminds me of the game where you whisper something to the person next to you they do the same and how different the original message becomes by the time it reaches the last person. A very funny story. Thanks for sharing


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