Mom: Where is my hairdresser located?

Me: Well, you have been going to a couple of different women. Why? Do you have an appointment?

Mom: Yes, but I can’t find her shop.

I give her directions and tell her to write them down because her friend is taking her to get her hair done.

Me: I have some errands to run, but I can meet you there if you want.

Mom: Okay.

I meet mom and tell her friend that I can take her home when she is done. The shop owner is an old friend of mine, and she smiles even though my mother is a quite a bit late for the cut and color appointment. My friend, Lisa, lets me know that mom will be about an hour, so I should feel free to run errands. I head to the bank and then to a coffee shop to get a coffee, a tea for mom, and a hot chocolate for Lisa being so kind to us.

When I go back, Lisa is finishing up mom’s cut, and they are chatting away like old friends. I join in the conversation as Lisa dries my mother’s hair. We all talk and laugh for the next half hour. Lisa fusses with mom’s hair as if my mother was going some place important instead of just back home.

Lisa: Do you want some spray Anne Marie?

Mom: Sure might as well. 

The interesting part of this day was watching my mother interact with Lisa. You really wouldn’t know she had memory issues if you didn’t know. Lisa treated my mother like she treats everyone…with kindness and a professionalism that would make you believe that my mother was a queen.

Mom: Now would you mind coming in for a little while to help me look for the rings I lost? Oh and take a look at my check book because I think something is wrong.

Back to reality…