Today was a rough one. Mom had trouble putting on her clothes, but she let me brush and put her hair in a pony. She slept because she’s not used to getting up early so we didn’t do much. Then dinner came and she spilt her food all down her and on her chair. This really upset her and she kept calling herself a child especially after I had to fix the clean pants she put on after spilling dinner. I did tell her, “you may have needed help with your pants but you got your shirt on fine by yourself.”
Just take one victory at a time and soon you’ll get there. In the discouragement there are also proud moments.



















