Thursday, May 24, 2012

A Very Good Day!


How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
               Edmund Waller


Today I sit here outside the Senior’s Centre, my Mom is inside and I am early. I look to the North and see storm clouds brewing. They are the most mesmerizing colours and formations I stare until I hear a train whistle. I turn to see the train, its rumbling noise as its wheels bounce over the tracks shatter this peacefulness. The sun in front of those storm clouds reflects it beams off those shiny rails bringing a smile to my face. It seems like so very long ago that I was travelling on a train leaving all my troubles behind. The thing about life is you cannot run from it, you can try, hence the train adventure, but more than likely when you get back everything will still be exactly the same. I take some photos of the clouds and the shiny track and head inside to pick-up my Mom.

As soon as I walk through the door I hear my Mom’s laugh. I love that laugh. I enter the room and Mom recognizes me right away “What are you doing here?” I came to pick you up. She continues to visit with the nice lady across the table from her and informs me she is not ready to go so I should take a seat while she finishes her tea. The one older gentleman says “You are not the one who usually comes” I tell him that there are ten children so he will see many faces. He smiles, looks at my Mom and replies “You are lucky.”

 The nice lady Mom introduced to me as Nelly and the friendly gentlemen across the room show me the garden markers they have decorated with beads and paint. I tell them how beautiful they are. I also point out that they look like the magic wands the good witch would carry. Nelly lifts the wand over her head and asks my Mom “What is your wish my dear?” My Mom with her sense of humour says “A new body”, everyone is laughing, a volunteer jumps in and adds “She always keeps us laughing and on our toes.” I agree with that statement she always keeps me laughing.

I watch as my Mom interacts with the crowd, she is beaming; she is surrounded by people like her who are losing bits and pieces of their lives every day. They are all smiling and laughing enjoying the conversation, if I did not know any better I would never think that Alzheimer’s was even in the room. This is truly a magical place, maybe those wands do work. My Mom knows everyone’s name and is not repeating the same sentence over and over, a symptom we have become familiar with.

I grab her bag, she waves goodbye to everyone and tells them she will be back next time. We start the drive home. I ask her how her day was and she replies “It was a very good day.” I smile because I was lucky enough to have seen that for myself.

Later

19 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Buttons. You truly have a gift for seeing the love that surrounds you and writing about it. I am so happy for your Mom's good day. May there be many more.

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  2. Treasure these days... xoxo

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  3. I'm so happy you were there for her good day.

    Those clouds look crazy in your picture!

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  4. Treasure the good days. I agree with you I love your Mom's laugh.

    Love BA

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  5. such a beautiful post :)

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  6. Beautiful. Wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing this story. So much focus is placed on the hard of this state of living that it's encouraging to hear your take on your lovely mother and her experience.

    Blessings, Debbie

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  7. Precious times, Buttons....
    Hugs..fr Auntie M :)

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  8. It sounds like your Mom has a wonderful, wonderful attitude! Her sense of humor must be a big part of her life, and she is blessing others through it! I'm glad you could see her enjoying herself! (and I hope you got one of those garden markers to keep in your garden!!)

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  9. each day like this one is a gift. :)

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  10. Your mother IS blessed to have so many children who come to share. All those wondrous years of caring have produced caring children.

    I'm hoping those sights and scents and sounds we love (and often misplace in our heads) will somehow be available for us to recall and savor---later.

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  11. What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing!

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  12. Beautifully and movingly written, with obvious love. Thanks.

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  13. No doubt about it...a beautiful day.

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  14. Those moments are so worth the wait. I'm glad you see how important it is to treasure them. I hope you have many more.

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  15. What a lovely story. I've been through this with a couple of family members and it's tough. Your mom is fortunate to have you around.

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  16. Lucky you Buttons. That you can share these times with your mother. Do you sometimes see your mum in the things you do too? We can only laugh when that happens.
    Sue

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  17. What a lovely gift of a day that was B. Another one for your memory book :D)

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  18. You have such a lovely blog. I was blessed to be caretaker for my mom the last 10 years of her life. Like your mom, she had a marvelous attitude despite many trials.

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