When I watched my mom sleeping last week, I told myself that this moment is as good as it gets. I put aside any assumptions that she was going to be able to speak, feed herself, stand up. It isn't that I have given up all hope. But I was able to accept that this is the current moment, her and I in that room, me knowing that I am doing everything I can do to be present with her, and her at least aware that I am there.
She has been very dehydrated. I gently woke her long enough to coax her to drink some ice water through a straw. She took a few sips and smiled at me. I smiled back.
Happy to have this moment.
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