Getting to know mom

Eden Kennedy of Fussy fame wrote a touching piece about her aging mother who is bedridden and no longer recognizes her:

My mom has no idea who I am. She thinks I’m just some nice lady who comes over every once in awhile to sit and chat. She has clear knowledge and memories of her daughter, Eden, but she doesn’t connect that Eden with the woman in the Target men’s bathrobe sitting off to her left. Maybe that should bother me more than it does, but it doesn’t too much. I can’t take it personally. We were never that close anyhow.

What’s interesting, though, is that because she doesn’t know I’m her daughter, because I’m for all intents and purposes a stranger, she opens up to me in ways she never has before.

She also touches on the issue of family care for aging parents as her brothers care for her mother full time and she lives 1,000 miles away with her own family, a husband and young son.

Funny, I was just eyeballing my own mother’s Joy of Cooking yesterday.