Bright Mornings


It is too easy to think about what my mom cannot do anymore. Make a list, and lament. But, there’s much to be grateful for. For one thing, how mom is so cheerful in the mornings. The following is a typical morning:

She wakes herself up, anytime between 6.30am and 8am. Goes to the bathroom. Folds her blanket up.

Makes her bed and changes her clothes. Cleans the floor with a wet rag. Switches on the TV.

Hum a little tune.

A special effort to greet me, singing, “Good Morning!” (She doesn’t hear me if she doesn’t see me, but when she sees me, she greets me).

Then she gets her own breakfast.

Makes a cup of tea. With too much sugar, I think. The sugar runs out faster these days. It’s okay.

Gets a large plate, and makes a sandwich with butter and kaya. Cuts up her sandwich into 9 squares. I’ve stopped asking her why. It’s okay.

And she savours her sweet breakfast.

It’s a good morning. It will be a good day!

Advertisements

18 thoughts on “Bright Mornings”

  1. I’m happy for you and your mom. Has she always hummed? My mom hums now but never did before. On my last visit, while driving her back to the assisted living facility she hummed the same four notes over for 10 minutes, it seemed. Very contentedly. Just one small sign she is changing. She is still cheerful and for that I’m grateful.

    Like

  2. Just started reading your blogs, love them. Will finish the rest when I get home tonight. I learned, after looking after my Mum, then my husband when he became ill with cancer, that getting my feelings down on paper, (or laptop) helped tremendously.
    Am thinking of you. xx

    Like

  3. I deeply admire your strength and your love for your mother. She is very lucky. In this post I can see that you are too. You are strong and able to look beyond what has been taken.

    I need to reflect on that thank you for this….

    Peace, Jen

    Like

    1. Thanks, Jen. The word for my mom is “stoic”. She always believes in doing the right thing, and what will happen will happen. We have never spoken of her dementia though.

      Like

Please comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s