Yesterday I shared that my brother saved the day with Mom. What I didn't emphasize enough was that he also saved my sanity. I had basically slammed into a wall with the expected results... it hurt. And, just like Wiley Coyote trying to get dinner, I was doing the only thing that I knew how to do... I was backing up and slamming into it again. Each slam hurt more than the last, until my body and my mind just couldn't take it any longer.
But a funny thing happened when he offered and gave help... he moved the wall away from me just a bit. I'm still running for it but now I have time to think about what will happen if I allow myself to slam into it. And the time is just enough that I am able to think of things that I would rather do than slam into it. This has allowed me to become more like the person that I believe I am. And, in doing so, Mom has become calmer. And a calm Mom nudges that wall just a little farther away from me. She is still combative and argumentative. The difference is that I'm not.