Monthly Archives: August 2005

“I don’t want to be a Mother.”

(Heather: Why?)

“It’s such a lot of work and I don’t like to work.  I want you to park yourself.”

“How many horses?”

(Heather (speaking calmly and strongly):  The horses are all in the barn. There is no need for us to worry.)

“Are their heads sticking out?”

(Heather (speaking calmly and strongly):  Yes, Mother. There is no need for us to worry.)

“I just want to see the boys.”

(Heather:  What boys?)

“Do they go by here?  No, I’m the mother of a boy and I want  her boys to stand right up there, so they will know you have a boy.”

(Heather:  Mother, did you cry all your life?)

“I’ve cried my heart out since I was 90.  I didn’t cry at all.  I’m crying now because everything is upside down.  I don’t think things are going right for me.  Wait a minute and maybe we will see.  When…I don’t think its going right.  Maybe it is.”

” A penny for your thoughts.  I was wondering what my thoughts were.  I was just thinking a penny for my thoughts.”

(Heather:  A penny for your thoughts?)

(amusingly) “I knew you were going to ask that.”

“Why am I crying?”

“I feel rotten.  I feel bad everywhere.”

(Date and time not recorded but in this time frame.  Mother was sleeping and her head fell off the pillow, so I tried to make her comfortable.  She woke up briefly.)

“Are you hungry?” and then Mother went back to sleep.

“Take my hand.  Don’t leave me.  I want to know.  I want to take your hand and on the door to go out. I’m afraid I’ll never get out.”