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You’ve no doubt received a version of the above phrase via email long ago. It is one of many examples of how capable our minds are at filling in gaps and solving puzzles, be it a partial picture or a sentence in which the words are totally misspelled.
That ability doesn’t go away with dementia.
Yesterday was Mom’s Birthday.
My family and I provided flowers, cake and ice cream. I provided a bright silly hat (which Mom didn’t care for).
Mom enjoyed herself and especially enjoyed her treat, having two servings of the cake and ice cream. When I told her that she was 87 that day, Mom gave me a puzzled look and exclaimed, “You don’t expect me to remember all that do you?” “No,” I replied with a smile. “You don’t have to anymore.” As we always do, we laughed and played together and Mom talk by phone with my sister.
A highlight of the visit however was a seeing Mom in a familiar mode. The facility where she is at will often provide the female residents with toy baby dolls to hold. The residents in this Alzheimer’s facility do not know that the baby’s are not real. These long-time Moms hold, cuddle and talk to “their” dolls as if they are real babies.
Mom was doing exactly that when I arrived. She quickly informed me that it was her grandbaby and made sure that I was extra careful around “him,” not shaking the couch or being too loud.
So often with Alzheimer’s and other forms of dementia we focus on what is lost. I love @G-J ‘s post regarding what Dementia cannot do. Dementia has not taken away a role Mom had been perfecting for over 60 years. Mom will always be Mom.
Birthdays are perfect opportunities to show someone you love and appreciate them. This time I got something priceless in return, I saw a glimpse of how Mom must have been holding my siblings and I as infants. I saw how much she loved us, even though she can no longer state so with words. Her actions spoke loud and clear!
Happy Birthday, Mom. We love you too!