AN ENIGMATIC AND POIGNANT JOURNEY AROUND MY AGEING AND EVOLVING MOTHER! PART 114.

 

Despite my non-believer status, my dear mother has taken up my offer to read her passages from the Bible. Something she used to have me do some decades ago. 

And now, as I read to her, it does bring back memories of my former 'believer' time. A time when, had I been able to have my way, I might have now become a Christian missionary. 

A person of the cloth, as it were. And, yes, the very thought of me having gone down such a road, doeth fill me with despair, or rather, I feel happy that I was not successful in 'getting my way.' 

Even though I do enjoy reading the scriptures to my dear mother, and am moved to to add in the ".. and, women, sisters.." 

As the egotistical all male apostles and authors of the scriptures, either tend to leave out references to women, female, of make references of ill-repute about them. 

I sometimes wonder whether my dear mother is aware that I am adding to what is written.

It is difficult for me to read to her while always watching her to see what her reaction is, especially as any reactions tend to be rather subtle. 

Nothing dramatic, such as when she is coughing and has to put, seemingly, more effort into doing so, than the relief she appears to elicit from the painful effort. 

My dear mother tends to remain quiet and mostly immobile as I read. With little or no to and froing or pitter patter between her and me. 

In my attempt to make it more interactive, I will ask her, do you want me to read you another chapter, or tell her that this is the last chapter I will be reading.

To be continued!