She wants to walk over and visit mom. The problem is that my wife’s mind no longer realizes that mom is 2000 miles away in another town, another country.

No need to try and explain this, her mind does not comprehend rational logic. Once more, I’m challenged to adapt to the current reality. 

“Would you like to talk with her?” I ask my wife.

If the answer is affirmative, I dial up mom on the phone and the ensuing conversation seems to resolve the need to connect. However, if we’ve already called mom three times in the last few hours, saving money and mom’s sanity requires another option.

“Sure, let’s walk over to Mom’s,” I’ll suggest.

So we bundle up and go outside and by the time we get to the street, my wife’s mind has moved on and we’re talking about birds, or neighbor kids, or new blossoms on the peach tree.

I find that I enjoy our life together much more when I’m open to it being a continuing adventure of challenges and surprises.

tio stib

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