Love in the Time of Arthritis

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit.

mom with sheepMy mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision.

My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly a phrase that I never really expected to utter, and one which still does not exactly fall trippingly off my tongue. My parents were married for well over fifty years. And although in later years we knew that my mother would far outlive my father, I’m not sure any of us thought a lot (or wanted to think a lot) about what that would mean for the many years that would stretch out before her without him.

The boyfriend is perhaps not the man we kids would have chosen for our mother, but that’s not really the issue. He’s the man she has chosen.

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Ah, that complicates things considerably. There are legal issues at play, considerations of who will care for whom, – and how, and for how long – questions regarding his own children and their rights, responsibilities, desires. Holidays become tricky, as do family visits.

It was all much easier when they maintained separate homes, when things were more comparmentalized,without the messy admixture of their personal belongings, their personal lives. The boyfriend was an actor who generally remained offstage until the audience went home. Now he’ll be right there in the footlights, playing Claudius to my father’s Hamlet before a group of critics all too eager to give bad reviews.

So when she gave me this news, I had to ponder it for a moment. Despite their dinner dates, their romantic holidays, their walks on the beach, my mother still, more often than not, returned every day to an empty home. I imagine her sitting over a dinner she could barely bother to prepare for herself, staring at a row of empty chairs. Going to bed alone. Waking up alone. And thinking, I’ve got maybe twenty more years of this.

Connie Goldman, NPR radio producer, reporter, and author of Late Life Love — Romance and New Relationships in Later Years, writes: “Human needs for closeness, touch, and intimacy remain with us until our last breath. Older people embrace, kiss, and make love. Sexuality is alive and thriving in folks with big bellies and gray hair.”

Being in a loving relationship has tremendous health benefits – physical, emotional, and psychological. Better mental health, longer life, less illness, less depression, lower blood pressure, less stress – all these and more are found in people who are in stable, long-term relationships.

So after we had waded through the legal and logistic details of the arrangement, I finally simply asked my mother this. “Does he make you happy?”

He makes her very happy.

“And you truly love him?”

She loves him, and he loves her, and when they’re together she enjoys life more.

And so I told her: “Mom, you’re an adult, to say the least. You say he makes your life better. Then what I figure is this: If you find someone to love, and who loves you too, no matter what stage of life you’re in, you should grab onto that with both hands, and hold on as tightly as you can.”

Cheesy, I know. Unforgivably cliche. After I said it I thought maybe I’d heard that line in a movie somewhere. But I suppose it really didn’t matter. I’d meant what I’d said and I stand by it, cheese-whiz or not.

“Late-life love — along with the challenges, joys, and pleasures of re-mating in the later years — continue to enrich the lives of so many,” writes Goldman. “A colleague once told me that those of us in the winter of our lives can still find summer. I knew there was truth in that statement when, in my presence, a woman in her 70s said to her 80-year-old partner, ‘Love me. Hold me in your arms and hold me in your heart.'”

My mother has discovered a bit of Indian summer late in her life. We should all be so lucky.268693_10150695533355007_2311364_n

11 thoughts on “Love in the Time of Arthritis

  1. As a widow, I can appreciate your mother’s loneliness after your father’s death. I’m glad she made the decision to find a companion and went ahead with it. It would be hard for the rest of the family but I think she has to think of herself too…especially at this age.


  2. You are blessed to have a super cool 80 year old Mum, still ready, willing and able to enjoy all the pleasures and comfort not forgetting companionship that a loving relationship offers. As you say Matt we should all be so lucky!
    I love this beautiful story
    Kindest Regards from Annie in Australia 🌞 🌴 🌊

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  3. Matt, I’m so happy for your mom…it’s hard to lose a spouse. How fortunate is she to find love again. It is so sad that not all your siblings are not being supportive. We parents, are supportive of our children, love them through thick and thin; so sad that they can’t be supportive of her decision and realize that she is a grown intelligent woman who knows her mind. Glad at least one of her children is showing her unconditional love.

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  4. I love this post. It’s good that you are able as a family to take a step back and put your mother’s well-being and happiness first, without allowing all the instinctive family reactions and jealousies to overrule. Humour certainly helps too.

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    • Well, not quite that simple I’m afraid. I think I’m at the ‘total acceptance’ end of the spectrum. One of my siblings is at the opposite extreme. And the rest fall somewhere in between, but I think closer to my own feelings. I was writing how I feel, not speaking for everyone in the family, nor presuming to. It is, as always, more complicated than that.


      • Hi, a lovely story…but a very delicate subject…

        Strange how parents are expected to accept all the different boyfriends/ girlfriends/partners/husbands/wifes etc., etc., for their children, but sons and daughters find that so very difficult to do for their parents!

        I have heard it sometimes is harder for daughters to accept this type of new relationship in their parents than sons…maybe not…
        Just a thought.
        Thanks for lovely writing and many interesting posts.

        Regards. Marie.


        • Thanks, Marie! It has been a delicate and at times divisive issue in the family. I do think it’s much more difficult for sons and daughters to accept new loves in their parents’ lives. Only natural, I suppose. And thank YOU for reading and responding – I always appreciate it.

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