Cracking Eggs

Letting it go...

I awoke this morning with a prayer in my mind asking God to help me choose my words carefully and to guide them to be what my mom needs to hear.

I can tell she is trying to let go of the power to control everything. She has started asking for advice and letting me do the things she is struggling with. She has mentioned a number of times how she paid the bills and my dad took care of everything else, and how it just worked.

She allowed me to call her Medicare supplement insurance company today. That was huge! She called the attorney herself and that was monumental.

The one thing she is not ready to let go of is her car; but her car is sick conveniently enough, so she may have no choice. It is in the shop and we have been told it is the engine.  She somehow has it in her head she met the man and just did not like him.  But she hasn't. She made it up in her head to try and explain how she is feeling.

I hate she will loose that privilege to drive; but I think it it is safer for all if she gives up the keys. All I have to do is think about fixing dinner tonight to realize exactly how bad things have gotten.

I decided to fix bacon and eggs because I had seen them in the fridge.  Well, let's just say that was an experience I don't soon want to relive.  Eggs that the expectation date was 9 months ago, discovered only after I cracked one open; and bacon that was frozen but was also expired.  I went through everything in her fridge and the pantry and settled on soup for dinner.   The trip to the trash bin held multiple packages of bacon, cheese, cans  of rotel and green beans; some dated to expire in 2014.  Hundreds of dollars of wasted food. No wonder she is loosing weight. She appreciated me going through it and getting rid of it.

While I was cleaning out the fridge mom asked if I would call her once a week and ask her to go through and throw out the mail and newspapers.   I giggled and told her I would call twice a week for the mail and the refrigerator.

She thought that was a good idea. 

Needless to say Monday was super hard; but every day gets a bit easier for both of us. I know  things will work out the way they are suppose to.  And I think God is guiding us both right now.

I love my mom and I am thankful she is letting me help.