We were never close. And I'm still really angry about the way she treated me and my sister.
But she's nearly 90 now, with dementia setting in and no one else to manage her affairs. Like it or not, I'm all she's got left.
She's exhausting and infuriating, but she's also my Mom
I wish I could view this as an opportunity to deepen my equanimity, to find compassion for even the most difficult people.
But Mom is a reminder to me of how much I still have to do in order to be the person I want to be.
I can take care of her, but I can't forgive her.