A Parent’s Perspective: What….Wear an Emergency Alert Necklace!
āYou live the closest.Ā How about you call every morning just to make sure she is okay.ā
āAm I the āsheā you are talking about?ā I asked walking in with a tray of appetizers. And then, with a tinge of anger in my voice, āIf so, donāt you dare appoint anyone as responsible for checking on me.ā
Uh oh!Ā
Realizing I had initiated a palpable tension in the room, I offered a feeble laugh. āGuys, Iām not anywhere near there yet. I promise I wonāt be the lady crying, āIāve fallen and I canāt get up,ā from the bottom of the cellar steps.ā
Throughout dinner, I remained cheerful, happy to have my children, their spouses and my grandchildren enjoying the meal I had made for them.Ā I wanted to remind them that I had shopped, cooked, cleaned the house, and stood on a stepstool to get the good china from the top shelf of the breakfront.Ā All by myself.
That evening, in bed with a magazine, I felt guilty that I had snapped at my children.Ā Iād been living alone since the last of my four children married ten years ago. Why their sudden concern? And why my failure to graciously accept a plan to āmake sure Mom was okay.ā
I remembered how ādifficultā my mother became as she got older. She almost never wore the hearing aids we insisted she needed.Ā How often I stood outside ringing her doorbell, pounding on the door, and calling her phone with no response.Ā I knew she was home; I could hear the blaring television. Iād resort to walking around the house and banging on one of her living room windows....