Kate was up and ready for breakfast at 9:30 this morning. That is earlier than I expected given that she didn’t get to sleep until about 10:30 last night. As we walked down the hall to the breakfast area, I told her that our daughter had sent her a text this morning. She said, “What’s her name?” I said, “Jesse.”
I selected a table and went to the buffet to get her some juice and yogurt. She has been working puzzles on her iPad. A few minutes ago, I showed her the text from Jesse. It said, “I love you, Mom.” She said, “That’s sweet.” Then she asked, “What’s her name?” I told her, and she asked her boys’ names. I told her. Then she said, “What’s my mother’s name?”
She displayed some confusion while dressing this morning, but I don’t think it was significantly different from what happens at home. To make dressing easier when we are traveling, I put out her clothes (from underwear to shoes and socks) for her. I wish that prevented misplacing things or putting her clothes on backwards, but it doesn’t. Caregivers talk a lot about the challenges we face, but I don’t think it compares to what our loved ones experience. And Kate faces them with few outward expressions of frustration. I think she is remarkable.
