Last night we celebrated Elanor's 9th birthday. There were 13 of us for dinner and I broke out mom's 1950s era china (which is now my china) and my sterling flatware (which rarely sees the light of day). It was pretty! Steve smoked a turkey, Bernice brought fresh berries and roasted aspargus, I made a chocolate cheesecake… makes you hungry, doesn't it? Elanor got some fun presents and ended up spending the night with us. We watched Kindergarten Cop, one of her favorites.
My mom was at dinner of course. She was worn out from being out and about all day. When I took her home she started telling me that she thought she wasn't walking as well as she should, and that she was feeling sort of like a burden to us. And there was more. Now mind you this was after what I thought was a fun night.
I'm going to admit that I just about lost it at my mother. I've known and loved her for 79 years so I know that she is a worrier. When one thing gets fixed, the next thing in line moves to the top of the worry list. So now it's her walking. I pointed out that doing too much, and lifting what she shouldn't, probably had more to do with her current situation than anything else. And that she can and should take better care of herself. You get the idea. Mothers! You can't reason with them.
I got home and Christopher was in the kitchen helping Steve with the dishes. He said… well I can't remember the exact words, but it made me laugh. Basically, it was that eventually he would be having the same words with me – and he referenced a Star Trek episode.
Do you remember Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra? Picard is on a planet trying to understand an alien captain who communicates in allegory. War is imminent. Chris pointed out that the story of my mom and me trying to communicate now will be like him trying to communicate with me later. We agreed that if he mentions Darmok and Jalad I will harken back to me trying to help my mother see what's best for her.
Now that I've written it that way, I can see that I've got a problem. Of course I think that she is doing a variety of things that are not exactly good for her. But me telling her what I think is best for her is not helpful. Darn it! I suppose I'm going to have to work on lip-biting techniques and hope for the best.
I went over early this morning and we're fine. No residual crankiness from either of us. Darmok and Jalad appear to have come to an understanding. This afternoon I got her garage door opener working. One less thing to worry about!















