Stay at home daughter

It's gotta be way harder than being a stay at home mom. At least when it's your child, you can discipline them and you can have hope that one day, they'll "get it."

So I moved home December 21, 2009 to help take care of my mommy, who is in the advanced stages of Alzheimers. Gave up my independence, freedom, a good job, and a great city (Nashville) to fulfill my daughterly duties. It sucks... but I would have it no other way. My dad can't do it alone. My sis-in-law (God love her) can't help as much as needed. And I want to be here. I want to support my dad and spend as much time with ma as I can. Who knows how much time we have?

Today, I found out she doesn't know I'm her daughter. I asked why she named me Deirdre and she insisted that she didn't name me, nor did she carry me for 9 months or give birth to me. She has kids but they're all young, according to her. It didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. I guess I've kind of guessed this was the case over the past couple weeks. It makes sense, now, why she doesn't trust me. Why she doesn't like to go places or allow me to cook for her. I thought it was because she thought I was "child Dee-Dee" but I think she hasn't considered me a daughter all along. At least she hasn't forgotten Dee-Dee. She loves talking about my accomplishments and showing me pictures of myself when I was little. She loves her little girl! I'm just not her. I may not be her daughter anymore but she'll always be my mommy.