|Mom with one of her teddy bears|
My mother, Cooie, occasionally forgets my name, Sky. Sara, who stays with her for three hours every week day, says my mother sometimes calls me Spy. The other day, at the time I had told her that I would be there, my mother was waiting for someone named Coo. We don't know anyone named Coo. She has already forgotten that my sister Peg was just here for a week, that Peg stayed with her for major parts of every day, played the lap harp, tied her bib around her neck, pushed her wheelchair, bought her more coloring pens, and rode back from church on the bus with her.
My mother may remember what day it is, but sometimes she doesn't know if it is morning or night. One afternoon she took a nap, and when she woke up, she thought it was morning. She was furious that the kitchen served her dinner that night, when she was expecting her Rice Krispies.
|The view out her window|
|Mom in church|
She also keeps telling me that she could fit in our new Prius. When I point out that she can't walk, she says she thinks that she could, and that sometimes she is just pretending. When I point out that the doctor says she can't walk, and that she will probably not ever be able to walk on her right leg again, she says, "Let's not talk about that."
|One of the posters that she colored|
People ask how I am doing. My answer is different. Or I should say, I have lots of answers.
I am grateful for so many things. The overwhelming support from our friends and community since my mother's fall has been a life lesson for me. Many gestures, however small or huge, have helped me survive this challenge.
I keep a litany in my head of all the things that I thank people for. The list is long. I would start:
If you have sent a card, if you have come to sing hymns with her, if you have sent a photo, if you have traveled from out-of-state, if you have called, if you have brought her purple footies, if you have complimented her earrings, if you have helped her put lipstick on her cheeks for rouge, if you have searched your jewelry box and found a pair of clip on earrings for her, if you have brought her a stuffed animal that sings Joy to the World, if you have given up your free time to sit with her so I could have a break, if you have brought your daughter to play violin for her, if you have brought her chocolate pudding, if you have brought a New Year's Eve party to her bedside, if you have listened respectfully when she was confused, if you have given her a hug, if you have told her you love her, then I am eternally grateful to you.
If you have given me medical advice, if you have helped me back off, if you have welcomed my siblings who have come to visit, if you have talked with me about God, then please hear my heartfelt thanks...and I know we have received many more gifts, including some that I didn't recognize.
|Mom on New Years Eve|