Some interesting conversations have ensued with my Mum as she settles back in home after a weeks hospital stay. She has lost her driver's licence and has collapsed inside at this loss of indepedence, we have had so many small conversations about what that means now, and more though sometimes tough (but loving) talk from me that if she just sits down and laments about it she will not be helping herself to stay at home, if she just lets go and falls in a heap there really will be no choice for her to stay at home (said with all love and care).
Today at the doctors surgery sitting side by side (which I have found sometimes it is easier to talk side by side instead of face to face) we talked about acceptance, it was interesting, I said "I have had to accept a number of very hard things, it isn't easy, but it helps". She looked at me 'What have you had to accept?" I said... "Mental illness, back injury, chronic pain, no longer working, not having had kids" She looked at me and said "that is a lot for one person to accept. "Yes, Mum and it wasn't easy, but acceptance is not teeth gritting"' I MUST accept this" it is " I will to accept this with grace". She looked at me long and hard (you could see her cogs turning) and said "I see, acceptance is not resentment, acceptance is an attitude that allows that bad things happen even if you don't like them, it is having gratitude for what we still have". Which isn't bad for late 80's who yesterday looked and sounded like a woman on the edge of existence.
We had a nice lunch and I left her in better spirits than I have seen for a long time. Which was a huge relief, I came home had a cuppa, read a bit, hung out some washing, heated a wheatie bag and went to bed and read for 15 minutes then blissfully fell asleep for an hour, I relaxed properly for the first time since the phone call saying Mum had had an accident and was headed to emergency at hospital last Tuesday. I have been "ON" every day for 12 hours a day and been triggered over and over, but got through.