Switcharoo!

Yesterday vi was not in a good mood. I think it was meno hormones as I call them. Added to the fact I got like 2 minutes of sleep the night before. So I was "snippy" to people for most of the day and certainly was not in the mood for my son to beg and plead for a PSP anything. I tried to calmly explain to him in between hot flashes and joint pains that he wasn't getting one it was not in our budget. But, kids will be kids and he didn't stop asking until I raised my voice. He then understood. My mom on the other hand didn't.

She decides that my raised voice was too much for her delicate ears and grabbed her purse, coat and my brother and decided she was taking a walk. Now, my mom has lost sight in one eye, not completely but some, and her walking any where has become more then a notion as she would say. Not too mention her bad knee. But, she was determined to be senior wonder woman even after I protested loudly. I offered to go with her but it was determined I was the one she wanted to get a break from.

I watched from the window as they disappeared from sight. I prayed all was well. But, I had a sinking feeling it wasn't. I decided to look for them after about 13 minutes and I found my brother trying to help her home. I grabbed her other arm, my son grabbed her purse and off we went homebound. As I figured her knee wouldn't let her walk far and neither would her eye. 

So, in that moment she reminded me of her mother, my grandmother. I remember my mom taking a walk similar to this one about ten years ago when the parent turned into the mom. I asked myself silently that question if I was now going to switch roles with my mom and mother her.