When I showed mom the photo, the conversation went like this:
Mom: “Oh my god! People will think I’m dead!”
Me: “I’ll be sure to say that you’re not dead, that there’s nothing wrong, that you’re just getting an EKG at your regular cardiologist follow-up appointment. I’ll be sure I tell people that you’re ok, and that you’re not dead.”
Mom: “Ok.”
I put the iPhone back in my pocket.
Mom: “Let me see that again. It looked like my stomach was sticking up.”
I take out the phone, retrieve the photo, and show her.
Mom: “Look how my stomach is sticking up. People will think I’m pregnant.”
Me: “I’ll be sure to mention that you’re almost 89. I think that should let people know you’re not pregnant. I could tell them you had a hysterectomy in 1971 too, just in case…”
Mom: “Ok. So why do you want to post this picture?”
Me: “Because I am doing a series on my blog, about the year in the life of Mom. And, I have to take pictures when we’re doing something, because I can’t keep taking pictures of you in your chair, doing puzzles.”
Mom: “That would be kind of boring.”
Me: “Yes.”
Mom: “You haven’t taken any pictures of me sleeping, have you?”
Me: “No. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to wake you with any noise from the camera.”
Mom: “It’s ok. I wouldn’t wake up.”
Me: “Ok.”
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Hehehe… cracked me up.
Yeah, I was cracking up too!
This goes in the category of one of the funniest Mary stories. Tell her to get a sonogram to figure out the baby’s sex so she can ask for the right color of clothing at the baby shower.
Such modesty at her age! Gotta love it! Pregnant? LMAO!!
Mom is my hero! When my gram was in her 90s she worried that someone might break in the 1st floor windows and rape her… .
I love this concept, John – year of your mom’s life told in photographs. And a rather critical year too, as he heads into her 90th year.
I think it’s a good way for me to consciously focus on the moment, so I’ll have a much clearer memory of her.
It could be the first trimester …
John, I’m glad the dialogue/context came first, otherwise I’d be in agreement with your mom! Whew!