My daughter took me for an outing the
other day to a small new shopping centre nearby. I am clueless when it comes to
hair products and was grateful for help choosing a hair product to try and
de-frizz those rebellious grey hairs that insist on standing up like antenna on
my head, even after just washing my hair. I found it rather amusing that I was
asking and listening to my daughter's advice, regarding a subject that quite
frankly she knows far more about than me.
What really made me stop and think, was afterwards, we came across an ice-cream
parlour and she asked if I'd like to go in. I never used to like ice-cream, but
since diagnosed with Parkinson's, don't ask me why, I now crave this cool
refreshing, easy to swallow desert. We went into the small yet appealing shop
and saw the wide range of enticing handmade chocolates, mini deserts, frozen
yoghurt and ice-creams with all the different toppings you could imagine. I
settled for one small simple scoop of coffee ice-cream, and only then found
that my daughter wasn't having anything at all. As I sat enjoying the creamy
tasty treat, I suddenly realised how the times had changed. Just a few years
ago, before I was diagnosed with Parkinson's and was much more mobile, I would
take my late mother out for an ice-cream which she loved, and I would sit next
to her waiting for her to finish. So here was the next generation in my family
repeating what I had done.
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