Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Mom Gets Real!

In the past month and a half of dialysis, a few friends have invited me out, and all but two times I have had to decline. The events always ran too late into the evening, interfering with my hook-up time of between 7 and 9 p.m. Then with the mid-day exchange, luncheon dates also have become problematic. (The only two things I have been able to participate in were a 5:30 p.m. screening of a film and a mid-afternoon bite to eat at Hof's Hut.)

In short, my social life is now limited to the following:

* watching a Netflix with Aaron and
* seeing my mom on Sunday afternoons

The latter has, up until very recently, been a chore. To everything I say my mother responds, "What?" This is quite annoying, especially since she doesn't do this with anyone else.

Just this past Sunday--two days ago--a shift occurred. As I told Aaron, this was the first time in my entire life that I can ever remember enjoying my mother's company. In contrast to all past encounters, she seemed to be telling me the truth or at least her truth, and her answers to my questions seemed honest and sincere.

We went to a coffeehouse, and she read aloud from her journal about her marriage to my father. She had always said that they met on a bird-watching outing, but she had no recollection of ever having said this. Instead, she said that my father was in the habit of stopping in at the YWCA where she worked on his way to work to get a cup of coffee.

In contrast to the previous Sunday's persistence, which only ended poorly, I let this go and did not press her. This worked so much better. It is really unimportant what is factual and what is not; the most important thing is that she is writing, engaging her mind, and by so doing, giving us something to talk about. Factual is perhaps not as crucial as emotional authenticity. Even if some of what she writes is fabrication or faulty memory, it sure beats dead air.

I am fully aware that one afternoon does not a relationship make. But it is a start. It is still a one-way flow of energy, but that is as it has always been. At least this past Sunday, this one time, she was not saying what she felt others wanted to hear. Perhaps that's it: For the very first time, she was real.

1 comment:

Heather Clisby said...

That's wonderful, Heidi. I hope this behavior continues.

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Perhaps my friend Mark summed me up best when he called me "a mystical grammarian." I am quite a mix--otherworldly, ethereal and in touch with "the beyond," yet prone to being very precise and logical, when need be. Romantic in the big-canvas meaning of the word, I see the world as an adventure, as a love poem, as a realm of beauty and wonder.

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