Mom’s appetite has decreased – again & dramatically – as evidenced by the pic I shared on the socials. She ate 1 rib for lunch, said she was too full & couldn’t eat any more. The waiter comes over to check on us & asked if we needed a box, to which I replied “Yes’ and then she pipes up with ”Yes, but I need something sweet, first”. Even with that she only took maybe three bites. (If you’ve ever wondered why I’m so fluffy, it’s because she always hands me her food to finish. Shush. I know I could say no.) 🤪
Anyway, the weekend we had Mr. Bestie’s service we had people staying with us. I tried to make meals for everyone to eat. Mom’s burger always has to be the last one on. So, I make sure that happens. I had made Jo’s potato salad in addition to bake beans since my family loves it. I plate her food, serve her, and she responds with “oh no, I can’t eat all this. Wendy, please cut this in quarters (😳).” Now, don’t judge me…. tension was high as were the emotions given the weekend. I of course take her plate, muttering the whole time and rolling my eyes. Tiauna’s dad is watching me kind of chuckling. I say, this is one of those moments where I am supposed to reframe my thoughts & words (I know I haven’t shared this with you yet; but, I’m thinking you get the idea). Instead of saying, “Woman, I have made you a meal, the way you’ve requested it, and you will eat it!” I should say to myself, “Wen, you made the meal exactly as she likes it, she just doesn’t have a big appetite right now. You know it’s the meds and not her trying to be difficult. Be happy with the amount she does eat as you know she needs the food for energy, healing, etc.)
Please know, I also would never speak to my Mom the way I indicated above. However, it was kinda what I was thinking. 🤣
My point in sharing this, is I was surprised to see that was how I spoke to myself in that situation. It’s nice to know I pay attention in class & that the information is sinking in.
