I went to see my mom today like I do most Wednesdays. She’s in a nursing home now, where she should be receiving round-the-clock care, but we still go see her and check in. Just because someone lives in a facility doesn’t mean you stop being their family.
She has pretty much stopped using her phone. I don’t think she has much interest in it anymore. I usually call before I leave and tell her to expect me, but this time I didn’t because she doesn’t answer the phone anyway.
When I got there, she was sound asleep after a busy morning. And I mean sound asleep. I couldn’t wake her up. She didn’t want to wake up either. She was perfectly content being asleep.
This is exactly why I always called first. From now on, I’ll make sure she’s awake and expecting me before I make that two-hour drive.
The day wasn’t wasted because any day you get to see your mom is a gift, especially at 92 years old. But I have to admit, I don’t really want to drive two hours to visit Sleeping Beauty.
I guess that’s one of the strange things about this season of life. As our parents age, we adjust right along with them. We learn new routines, new expectations, and sometimes we learn that even our visits need a little planning.
Next Wednesday, Sleeping Beauty is getting a wake-up call.
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