Sunday Morning Antics
This Sunday morning, after three weeks of illness and not getting to go to church, we were up, getting ready, and anxious to get going.
Mom was a little short on spry since I had to wake her up, but for the most part, she was doing pretty good at being awake. After getting her all gussied up, we exited the bathroom and I noticed that I had somehow missed combing the back of her hair. I commented to her...what was I thinking that I overlooked combing the back of her hair.
In her ever-so-non shallant voice, she responded, "you weren't thinking." Mama is full of surprises.
We got to church and I could hear them starting to worship, a song which we had just finished listening to in the car, Blessed Be the Name. It was jumping, I was ready to start jumping and singing, so we popped mom into her wheelchair and headed for the sanctuary.
I was beside myself pushing her in trying to contain my ownself to a slightly gantered walk, versus just dancing like David up the aisle. We parked mom and joined in the worship. Mom got to clapping to this one and her smile came through loud and shining. At the close of worship when we were all asked to stand, she made the attempt to stand with us. Well, rather then to restrain this woman from which I got my stubborn streak, I helped her up out of her chair and she stood beside me for the last song and the prayer.
She was in it for the most part, trying to follow along in her Bible, or what she thought was following along....she was well into greeting all that came up to greet her with a handshake and a hello.
Outside it was hot and getting warmer by the moment. We kind of ducked inside the Chapel store to browse then headed home.
By the time we got home, quiet had settled in for her. But so much to keep her from telling me she was hungry. I made us breakfast, and that was pretty much the last I heard from her that day.
It was Sunday morning antics for us, but............that's ok. I'll take a Sunday morning anyday, over no antics at all with mom.
In her ever-so-non shallant voice, she responded, "you weren't thinking." Mama is full of surprises.
We got to church and I could hear them starting to worship, a song which we had just finished listening to in the car, Blessed Be the Name. It was jumping, I was ready to start jumping and singing, so we popped mom into her wheelchair and headed for the sanctuary.
I was beside myself pushing her in trying to contain my ownself to a slightly gantered walk, versus just dancing like David up the aisle. We parked mom and joined in the worship. Mom got to clapping to this one and her smile came through loud and shining. At the close of worship when we were all asked to stand, she made the attempt to stand with us. Well, rather then to restrain this woman from which I got my stubborn streak, I helped her up out of her chair and she stood beside me for the last song and the prayer.
She was in it for the most part, trying to follow along in her Bible, or what she thought was following along....she was well into greeting all that came up to greet her with a handshake and a hello.
Outside it was hot and getting warmer by the moment. We kind of ducked inside the Chapel store to browse then headed home.
By the time we got home, quiet had settled in for her. But so much to keep her from telling me she was hungry. I made us breakfast, and that was pretty much the last I heard from her that day.
It was Sunday morning antics for us, but............that's ok. I'll take a Sunday morning anyday, over no antics at all with mom.
posted by gale at 4:12 PM
1 Comments:
Oh gosh Gale, I haven't been keeping up, this one and the last 2 just had me in tears. What a blessing to have Mom back even just alittle bit.
The music thing is exactly why when I go to convalescent hospitals I will do the old old hymns because even the furthest gone with dementia will remember them and try to sing along and smile.
I am so happy for you to have some good moments with Mom. Even though she won't remember me from moment to moment, tell her I love her.
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