I now have all the necessary documents signed and notarized so I can start signing documents on my mom’s behalf.
It will make things easier for me, but I don’t like it. Over the years, she has had many “jobs” and many roles..and has, in my mind, always been Supermom.
Before World War II, she graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Organic Chemistry. This was a testament to her and to her parents. Back then, a woman going to college to be other than a teacher or a nurse was unusual.
During World War II she was a Lieutenant in the US Navy, helping to develop synthetic rubber and also working on improving submarine batteries.
After World War II, she met my dad, a US Marine and they were married in 1946. So she became a wife. Often times, dad would be sent across country on short notice. He would fly, and mom would drive. In the early 1950s, a woman driving a car across the country, by herself was, like her college degree, unusual.
She became a mom, twice, when my brother and I were born. This is the role I most cherish and remember.
When dad retired from the marines, I was 4. We settled down in one place and mom studied and practiced a lot and became a midwife. When the role of nurse practitioner was created, mom studied, passed the test and did a lot more work. She was then a nurse practitioner-midwife.
I just realized this sounds like an obituary, but it’s not. It’s to tell about my amazing mom and why I call her Supermom.
Dementia has crept into her mind, and my life. Thinking of her, her personality and her skills, capabilities and accomplishments is like looking at a faded photograph. The image is there to remind me of what was, but the brilliance of the image is gone and that reminds me of what is.