Okaasan said loudly and happily as she came home last night from hula class at day service center.
FUN! It was actually FUN!
Break open the champagne, throw cats in the air, light votive candles to the foxy shrine spirits...
She actually thought it was fun and enjoyed it.
Dear Son went into overdrive in the morning to get her to go, using all his beloved family member powers to crush any opposition as soon as she tried to say it.
No.........you've only been to this hula class once, you can't judge on one time, you should go again and check, you're mixing it up with another class etc etc.
I stood at the top of the stairs (well, ok...leaned over the top of the stiars with my ears on stalks...) to listen to him work the magic. He was firm and abolutely unwavering....when he does that with me in fights I give him lots of flack back, but Okaasan was powerless in his logic firestorm.
So, she went.
And come late afternoon, in a snow storm - she was back.
Wearing borrowed trousers from the center because she'd had a toilet accident during the day, but really happy about it all. Spoke loudly and confidently. Even bought a CD of the hula music to listen to at home.
Really relieved, and full of admiration for Dear Son plugging away at it. I was ready to cave in 2 weeks ago after her Dementia Cleared Angry Speech.....but he kept on at it.
HUla is 3 times a month...so that's enough...hopefully she'll go in February and March and April....and who knows, when she snows start to clear she might actually continue going....