What would possess an elderly mother who is dependent upon her daughter for most transportation, many meals (delivered to her door), help with financial figuring and emotional contact and support...to, fairly consistently, tell that daughter (me) that she is OLD?
I am the same age that Mom was when she moved here from Scottsdale, having just retired. She did not consider herself OLD. She was self-sufficient, drove, volunteered, shopped her coupons, went on Elderhostel trips with a friend.
Me, I am five years past breast cancer, exercising, fixing up the house we bought, taking care of Mom's needs, doing things with my husband, thinking about taking up yoga again, planning trips in our little RV, sorting through all the detritus of our 45 years together (so that we can keep what is worth keeping and jettisoning the rest) and she tells me I am OLD.
And gets defensive when I point out this stupid assertion.
She is driving me crazy.
Today, the other sister, J, took her along to the Mall and Mom refused to buy an ice cream cone...because...get this...it was TOO EXPENSIVE.
Crazy, I tell you. Mom could buy and sell all three of her daughters.
The end.
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