Oh My!

 

And it has nothing to do with lions, tigers, and bears. Mom is not Dorothy, and we are definitely not over the rainbow in Oz, or in Kansas for that matter. 😅

Oh My! is Mom's new catch phrase.  When she sees her morning pills, 'oh my! these are all mine?' Every. Single. Morning. And same for her evening pills, 'oh my! all these?' When she gets her breakfast, lunch, and dinner - no matter how small the serving size, 'oh my! what a feast!'. Every night she has ice cream for a snack. The same portion, the same vanilla ice cream. 'Oh my!  All this?! What a treat!'.  God bless her. 💖  We just smile and answer as if it's the first time we've heard the question. 

We are aware how fortunate we are. Mom could react much differently. She could refuse to take her meds, she could refuse to eat, and she could complain that she gets the same old, boring, vanilla ice cream every night (sorry, my love!). But it's all new to her. Every time we go to the store we hear 'get something good we would all enjoy. My treat'  Every time. We smile and say 'okay, Mom'. And when we come home and she asks if we got anything good, we tell her ice cream and she is happy.  Or we tell her chocolates (which we keep in the fridge - a never ending supply). Or cashews. She doesn't quite remember eating cashews, but the stash dwindles at a quick pace. 

I  battle with thoughts of deception or worse, lying. But in reading books and listening to others, it is a gentle deception. It is okay too meet her wherever she may be at the moment. The important thing is to always treat her with love and respect. And, oh my!, that is a very easy thing to do.