Once an Adult, Twice a Child

Sometimes Ada will be sitting quietly then start pointing at her apartment, and exclaim "This is all mine! Everything is mine! I own the place!"
(She rents.)

When marveling at her child-like behavior, her Caribbean carer's will chuckle and say "Once an Adult, Twice a Child." And it's true. We are all growing into our second childhoods - especially if we plan on developing dementia.

The circle of life seems so complete when I look at Ada:

• She has soft white downy hair, that covers her face
• She throws tantrums
• She would eat ice-cream for every meal if we let her
• She can only eat soft foods
• She has no teeth
• She is forgetting how to walk
• She needs constant attention
• She wears diapers / wets the bed
• She needs a potty
• She hates taking baths
• Sometimes, she babbles and gurgles for hours in a foreign language - or as we call it 'tongues'
• She is becoming memory-less
• She doesn't care who sees her pick her nose, or flash her privates

Living with her makes me realize what kind of mother I might make. Evidently I'm a good, patient mother who enjoys dressing their kids in ghetto beanies and making them do gang signs with their hands.

Apparently I'm also be a mother who only wants to be there 'some' of the time, and if I'm there too much, all I can think about is my escape.