Mother, in particular, chafes at her enforced inactivity.
She has always been a genuine asset to our quality of life. Active in the life of her five children—Camp Fire Girls, the Boys Scouts and the PTA; a force for good in the life of her community—raising funds for Children’s Hospital, public libraries and the University of Washington.
Yesterday as I left Assisted Living, I mentioned that I needed to go home to do the dishes.
“I can help,” she ventured. “Can I come home with you and help?” She asked twice.
Of course, I was overcome by guilt and nearly took her up on it. But I just as quickly realized that I have to bring activities to her not take her away from the security of Assisted Living. Fortunately the staff was organizing a walk but still—a chore would have been more welcome.
So today I brought huckleberries for her to help me hull. It’s a wicked job—removing filament thin stems off tiny berries—but she excels at it. Plus she gets to eat the berries.
I’d like to think that the painting offers a chance to focus her energy. I hope so…
By the way, I was truly humbled today…I painted with mom.
She is SO much better than I.