She was having her afternoon tea in the dining room reading a magazine when I arrived. I brought a Christmas scrapbook and we looked through 1983 through 1986 together. She was pretty alert. She couldn't identify everyone, but I have to admit to being glad the pictures were labeled myself!
We took a brief walk/wheelchair ride around her floor and admired holiday decorations. We went to her room to see how her "miracle plant" (fast-growing amaryllis) was doing.
She invited me to stay for dinner, but I reminded her I have people to cook for. She wasn't at all upset when I left.
No demands. No drama. No complaints. Mom is 94 has a broken hip that will never heal so is wheel-chair bound, and has dementia.
Nothing to discuss, really, but I thought I ought to balance things out once in a while. Not all mothers are narcissistic mean old witches. :)