Mom came to visit this afternoon. She was in an uncommonly good mood. Very spritely.
"I'm hungry," she said as she stood up after sitting awhile to the drone of The Weather Channel. "We're headed to Wendy's."
"We're?" I asked, standing up.
"Yes, we're," she said as she handed me her car keys.
Before long, we were back at my house eating our hamburgers and fries. This is such a treat for me and even Maggie got a single w/ cheese.
Our discussion turned to our mental illnesses as it often does. Mom wanted to know how different I thought my life would be without schizophrenia.
"I would probably be married with kids working some white collar job somewhere," I told her. "I certainly wouldn't be dependant upon you all."
"If I could do anything, it would be to change time and go back and fix that for you so you would have a normal life," mom told me with a tear erupting from the corner of her eye.
It was one of the nicest things my mother has ever said to me. She is not the emotional type these days, like me, due to the emotional blunting our medications impart. It only shows you how far a parent will go to help a wayward child.