Saturday, November 24, 2007
Dog toy or pen holder, you decide.
Mom had a really good Thanksgiving Day. We went to my sister's place about 80 miles away. She didn't balk at going up and down the stairs to go to the bathroom, she actually sat down to eat dinner, and she played with my 5 year old nephew.
That last part hasn't always happened. For a long time, Mom couldn't stand children, especially him. My theory is it was because he took my sister's attention away from Mom. She could be quite mean to him.
After dinner we were just lounging about in the living room, my nephew playing on the floor. Mom was sitting on the sofa trying to get his attention. She said, "Hey, Josh!" My sister and I both caught our breath, then looked at each other. It was the first time Mom had ever said his name. Ever.
Mom saying his name probably healed my sister's heart a lot. We know it is the damn AD that had Mom acting that way toward him. Sometimes what the head knows and the heart wants aren't easily reconciled.
It was a really good Thanksgiving.