Trading places

I'm the Mom now. That's how my Mom introduced me to her Dr. when I took her there Monday. We were sitting in the waiting room....just waiting.....which I pointed out to her that's why they call it a "waiting room" because you "wait". She acknowledged she doesn't have any patience ( everybody knows this) so I'm trying to think of a distraction for her. She was waiting to see the hand Dr. and wasn't looking forward to what was most likely going to happen, a shot in her thumb!! OUCH!! So---
Me: want some gum/
ma: no....(pause) what kind?
me: sugarless pepermint
ma: I don't like peppermint gum
me: what kind do you like?
ma: spearmint
me: well, try this: it's not like regular pepermint......Here, try half a piece.
ma: (chewing) ummmm, this is good, not like regular pepermint...it has cinnamon in it I think.
me: Just keep chewing ...
seconds pass.......................................
Me: Ya know, we could go get ice cream after we're through.......if you do get a shot do you want
to make owl eyes?......just keep chewing and breatheing.....it'll be ok.......

Nurse calls her back..she's walking ahead of me, doing her g-ma shuffle, makes a motion with her hand, throwing it back over her shoulder and says...

"That's my Mom!"

She didn't miss a beat! Just kept going....Intro'd me to the Dr. the same way! Even told him about the owl eyes!
She got the shot.....................yeowwwwwwwww!! and managed it very well! I was impressed. No tears, no uglypain face...Sisterlittle knows that look! She said last month she'd rather have surgery cuz she'd be asleep..............and it wouldn't hurt if she was sleeping. I had to remind her what she'd feel when she woke up.
She said we'd get icecream another time.
That was the nice side of my mom.'
I hope I have more days like that.