We lingered for a few seconds, staring at each other, then I left. I said I'd see her soon and I loved her.
It was strange; normally we would hug hello and goodbye but not this time. What was happening was left hanging in the air, it was easier to do that.
I haven't seen my mam in 10 days. That doesn't sound like a long time, but it is for us.
My lovely mother Jacinta is severely immunocompromised. She requires 24/7 oxygen and life isn't easy for her. And it hasn't been for a long time. The rest of Ireland woke up to a new world order of isolation on Friday, but my family are now 10 days in.
I have a very active toddler, and he and my mother adore one another, but sadly he's a beautiful germ factory, and we won't all be together for a while.
My brother is a GP, and he goes home to mam every day for lunch. That has had to stop too.
It's not too bad, though.
We talk a lot on Facetime, and she's quite upbeat about the whole thing.
She feels safe at home, and she and dad are a great team.
But I miss her very much and would love to be lying on the couch opposite her, watching TV while she complains I'm drinking too much wine.
I'm looking forward to when we can do it again, and I hope it won't be too long. But we don't know. I think it will be quite some time.
We have much to be thankful for, not least the fact she's at home. Last year, she spent a considerable amount of time in hospital. I can't even imagine our anxiety if she was in that same position now. I can't bear to think of families whose loved ones are immunosuppressed and need to go to hospital. Horrible questions creep into your mind.
There are many families like ours all over Ireland. Families who did not have the luxury of not worrying about the coronavirus.
Experience teaches you to recognise potential health threats and you always adapt.
You've no choice.
Lacking control over things is not alien to sick people.
But what is happening now is different. This feels like something so out of the ordinary and volatile.
You can't put your arms around it or define it. You have to run away and hope it doesn't catch you. It has left many people and families quietly desperate and scared.
The Government finally announced last Thursday that it was taking drastic action to try to halt the progress of Covid-19. I am not an authority on infectious diseases or public health, but I am struggling to understand why it took so long.
Just over a week ago the St Patrick's Day parade was still going ahead, cancelled only after a public outcry.
Why were the Government buying time, when time is so precious?
Look at Cheltenham. Why did it go ahead, and why did people go?
Those clips from Temple Bar at the weekend were almost unbelievable. People need to see outside of their own lives.
I haven't been able to understand it, but it's fair to say I don't have a normal range of tolerance.
When the stakes are high, you become hypervigilant.
We have been watching this grumbling towards us for months.
At first, we discussed it quite a bit.
I have a brother in Hong Kong, and my nephews there have not been in school since after Christmas.
After a while, we stopped talking about it. It was all getting a bit too real.
Two weeks ago, mam wanted to go to Tesco, and I begged her not to.
For anyone who is on oxygen therapy, leaving the house can be an ordeal and does require planning.
It's exhausting, and there is always a risk she'll pick up an infection, but it's good for her to get out and meet friends for coffee, or go to the library.
It breaks the day. And the days can feel long. Stopping what little social contact she had felt cruel.
In a strange way this enforced isolation has actually taken pressure off her.
She is brave and independent and always pushes herself to do things, even when she is exhausted.
It's up to everyone in society to take personal responsibility, follow guidelines and battle this horror on behalf of people like my mother.
Vulnerable people along with frontline medical staff deserve better than the casual disregard shown to this crisis by many so far.