My 87-year-old mother has started going to a day service program. Until a few months ago, she was saying that she would never go to such a place, but for some reason, she became interested and wanted to go. Now she enjoys going there. However, she does not always understand what people say, so I have to contact the facility and ask them about dates, times, and what she needs to bring with her. We even exchange notes, and they tell me how she is doing there. It is like when I sent my sons to kindergarten. I feel like I’m her mother even though SHE is my mother. (109 words)