What IS "life with mom"?
In the event you may wonder, what is this "life with mom blog" all about? What is the big deal?
Well, it isn't a big deal, it is just a place to store the memories of my life with my mom. My mom, who at 90 years of age, is in the severe stage of dementia.
My mom, who used to sing, play piano, galavant all over the city, take care of my great aunt when she was bidridden, who used to watch my kids, crochet, knit, cook the best fried chicken and mashed potatoes I've ever had in my life.
My mom, who wouldn't miss taking us to church on Sunday or any other church event that had to do with family or kids. My mom, her life was us, my sister and I.
My sister and I still have those memories, and mom does too, but they are locked up tight somewhere in her mind where she can't get to them at any given moment.
Other things are locked up there too. Things like....how do I eat with a fork, how I manage the bathroom routine, how do I wash my hair, how do I write my name, what is my granddaughter's name? Who is that nice man that helps get me into bed when I can't get do it myself (her grandson Nathan)? Who are all these kids and their kids, faces I recall, but names I can't remember.
Where is my husband? Where is my home, I need to go there.
This is life with mom. A life where we have changed places, changed roles. A life where mom no longer takes care of us, but we take care of her and help her to make it through another day of being with us, making memories.
This place, this point of logging stories and experiences in sharing this part of Mom's life........that is what this is all about.
And it's about all the love. All the love she has brought into our loves, unconditional, never ending, always giving.
Even now, in a moment of realization, she'll often whimper with words of sorrow for all I do in helping her, or other family for taking care of her. She can't understand that we do it because we want to, because we love her and it's her turn. Her turn to be taken care of.
And it's hard, it's hard and heart wrenching for my sister who can't be with her often, because we live miles apart and mom isn't really up to traveling anymore.
But you know, that is the miracle memory part of mom. Sometimes, when I talk to her about Shari, she'll say she doesn't remember her. I'll remind her who she is and that she probably just doesn't remember for the moment because Shari is not here.
Mom will say....yes, it's probably because I don't see her all the time. See, once in awhile, God will give her loving recall.
She'll never forget us, really. Sometimes it is just hard for her to weave through the files of her heart felt memories and bring them out.
So for this, I have, .....we have.....the Life with Mom blogspot.
Well, it isn't a big deal, it is just a place to store the memories of my life with my mom. My mom, who at 90 years of age, is in the severe stage of dementia.
My mom, who used to sing, play piano, galavant all over the city, take care of my great aunt when she was bidridden, who used to watch my kids, crochet, knit, cook the best fried chicken and mashed potatoes I've ever had in my life.
My mom, who wouldn't miss taking us to church on Sunday or any other church event that had to do with family or kids. My mom, her life was us, my sister and I.
My sister and I still have those memories, and mom does too, but they are locked up tight somewhere in her mind where she can't get to them at any given moment.
Other things are locked up there too. Things like....how do I eat with a fork, how I manage the bathroom routine, how do I wash my hair, how do I write my name, what is my granddaughter's name? Who is that nice man that helps get me into bed when I can't get do it myself (her grandson Nathan)? Who are all these kids and their kids, faces I recall, but names I can't remember.
Where is my husband? Where is my home, I need to go there.
This is life with mom. A life where we have changed places, changed roles. A life where mom no longer takes care of us, but we take care of her and help her to make it through another day of being with us, making memories.
This place, this point of logging stories and experiences in sharing this part of Mom's life........that is what this is all about.
And it's about all the love. All the love she has brought into our loves, unconditional, never ending, always giving.
Even now, in a moment of realization, she'll often whimper with words of sorrow for all I do in helping her, or other family for taking care of her. She can't understand that we do it because we want to, because we love her and it's her turn. Her turn to be taken care of.
And it's hard, it's hard and heart wrenching for my sister who can't be with her often, because we live miles apart and mom isn't really up to traveling anymore.
But you know, that is the miracle memory part of mom. Sometimes, when I talk to her about Shari, she'll say she doesn't remember her. I'll remind her who she is and that she probably just doesn't remember for the moment because Shari is not here.
Mom will say....yes, it's probably because I don't see her all the time. See, once in awhile, God will give her loving recall.
She'll never forget us, really. Sometimes it is just hard for her to weave through the files of her heart felt memories and bring them out.
So for this, I have, .....we have.....the Life with Mom blogspot.
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