Mothering me.

My Love Girl.

 

Watching Mary Poppins the other day, I was thinking about the part where Burt talks to the children about who takes care of their father. Thought about myself, and who takes care of the caregiver? Who takes care of the one that is busy taking care of the one that can't take care of themselves? 

There are days that I feel like I'm all alone in this. Sure the family is welcoming if we go over for a meal, or a celebration of life durning the year, and we enjoy it. At the same time, there never seems to the invatation to come over and let them take care of their mom for a week end, or even a day, so I can do, go, or be somewhere by myself. 

I've read on facebook about families that criticize the caregiver, thinking that what they are doing is either wrong, or not enough, or too little care for their loved one. I don't even get that, sometimes I feel we are isolated from all others. 

Yesterday I was on a call with my youngest daughter using IM. We were just getting caught up to date, and she started in on my cough, my exsmoker's cough, and wanted me to make a doctor's appointment to find out what is wrong with me. Then she got on me about my hair. I haven't had a hair cut in years and to tell the truth, my hair doesn't look good long. It is very thin, and doesn't have any body, and I have the hair that should be short. On top of that, I'm going through a treatment for Basel Cell pre cancer treatment on my face. I look like some kind of monster. When I pointed it out to her, she, right then and there, ordered me a large brim hat to wear when I'm playing golf. 

At first I giggled to myself on how she was "mothering" me. Then, I started to feel good about it. For she showed me that she really cares for me and my health. Something I don't get everyday.  

Sunday

Shower day, a chance to get naked with my Sweetie Pie. It may sound silly for me to say this, especially at our age, and there isn't any romance that will happen, and yet at the same time, it is exciting for me. To hold, wash and see her nakedness because she still holds my gaze. I hope that the feelings I have when I see her never leaves my heart. 

Washing her hair, telling her on what a good girl she is, what a brave girl she is for letting me wash her hair, her face, then down her body I go. With soapy hands, I can touch her in loving way, to clean and to hold her as lovers do to each other in a shower. And then just like that we're done, and the spell is broken until next time. 

Sunday's breakfast, and just because it is Sunday and there isn't anything on the calendar, it was French Toast again. I must admit, I like French Toast, and with the Hickory flavored Spam, it works quite well. Sweetie had a cup of fruit and prune juice before the toast, and now I wait for the results of her intake. 

After breakfast, we did what we normally do. Watch TV, went to the mall for our walk about. This time I did something different. Stopped at the Colorado Chocolate Factury and bought a box of Chocolate. Now, I will have to limit myself to the amount I will eat in a day. For I have no resistance to chocolate. 

We don't even get out of the parking lot before I'm opening the box, and we are having a piece or two.    

Home, Sweetie is tired so it is nap time. I get on Facebook's IM and spend some wonderful time with my daughter. She has just returned from a cruise with a old girlfriend. Because she is tired, we cut our call short, and will get together Monday, looking forward to it. 

Pasta Sunday, and with that, I make my sauce, cook the shell pasta, and we have dinner. Watching some movies on Lucy and Desi and their history. It was the third movie we have seen in the past two days. It is good for Sweetie, no drama and good laughs. 

Dessert, TV, and to bed. 

It was a good day, this day on the Road to Dementia Town. It was so good, that I was sorry that it came to an end. For after all, we were Keeping Our Shiny Side Up all day long. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.