Monday, May 28, 2012

Being "Mom"

Since there has been no callbacks on the job interviews, I'm gonna go back a few years and talk about some times working as a CNA (Certified Nurses Assistant for those of you who are wondering).

One of my very first assignments was to Mr. T. Mr. T was a very tall but skinny man who had Alzheimer's and never slept for more than an hour at a time. Ever. He also had no respect for those of us trying to take care of him, because he always believed us to be "out to get him with our devilish ways". As the new kid, since I was shy and didn't really know the other co-workers very well, I always got stuck setting with Mr. T to keep him quiet. Eventually, Mr. T began to trust me, and began to call for me constantly. What did he call me? Mom.

If I wasn't within seeing difference of this partially blind demented man at all hours, he would continuously yell for his mother. If yelling for me didn't work, then he quickly figured out that yelling "help" could possibly do the trick.

At one point, I got the opportunity to talk to a relative of Mr. T's. And she did inform me that just like his mother, I was short, pale, had long brown hair and brown eyes.

After being off for a few days, I returned to find my "son" very agitated. He wanted to know how I could just run off and leave him all alone for days. He wanted to know why I never heard him calling, and why I never came to check on him. It broke my heart. I apologized for my actions, and after a few minutes, all was forgotten to him.

Flash forward to today: I was at the store a few miles from my house grabbing a few things. Since it's a holiday weekend, and I live in a VERY touristy area, the place was packed. As I'm daydreaming in the checkout I feel a quick tug on my shorts as a little kid starts screaming "Mommy, why did you run away? I have been outside yelling for you, I was so scared!" only to realize that I wasn't his mother.

After locating the frantic mother and returning the child, I decided that I'm gonna dye my hair a crazy color so maybe I won't be considered everyone's "Mom".

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