Friday, April 12, 2013

Hi Mom I'm Home!

Fully to understand a grand and beautiful thought requires,
perhaps,
as much time as to conceive it.
           Joseph Joubert


I have been away from my Mom for over a week which was very hard for me and thoughts of what she was up to and how she was feeling stayed with me on that trip to the Big City. I remember I kept thinking my Mom used to do this same trip just as I but with a suitcase not a back pack. I am pretty sure that is where I inherited that “need to go” gene. She would visit my brother in Hamilton and stay with friends in Toronto over the years always taking the bus and always exploring those cities on foot while taking in as much culture and excitement that she could before returning home to her huge demanding family obligations. I loved that about her then and still admire that today.

I have to tell you today about my return home and I will continue next week to tell you about my trip but I feel this need to share the love in my heart as I walked into Mom’s bedroom after being away.


I said Hi Mom I am home she immediately said “Where did you go?” I told her Hamilton and Toronto, I could see that she did not remember that I was away but she started telling me all the stories of all the times she had been on her adventures in the city. I love those stories. I pulled up a chair beside the bed and listened intently while watching her knit away. I have never been able to knit but Mom tells me it helps her arthritis and so she knits little squares of different colours just to keep her fingers nimble. Watching her knit has always been a soothing feeling for me.

Mom and I have always shared stories about the city and her tales sometimes are similar to mine. She had gone to see her son and I in turn had gone to see my daughters. She loved spending time with him and doing all kinds of things she never would had experienced in the little village where I grew up and she lived.

Mom tells me about the same store in Toronto that she would go buy toys for Christmas for all of us waiting at home, a store where no children were allowed, she asks if I went. At this point I just say yes because I know it is no longer there and she has such fond memories but with the Alzheimer’s it is better if she believes it is still there. Happy memories make her smile and in turn make me very happy. We talked for about an hour reminiscing about her trips and mine. She asked how her son my brother was and I told her he was doing well and we had fun together, she was so happy to hear that. She informs me that someday soon she will get back on a bus and go visit, I wish that to be true knowing it is not.

I finally decided that we should celebrate my being home and we should go for a drive, to my surprise she set down her knitting and jumped out of bed pulling her shoes on. Oh yes and grabbed her purse something we had forgotten last time. This was going to be fun. I bundled her up and we headed off. This would not be a long involved drive she just wanted to see the little village where I grew up and see all the changes that were going on as the little village is expanding.

We drove around that little village and Mom told me more of those stories about who lived where and who did what, I love these stories even though I have heard them many times before. Sometimes they change a little bit in content but that is what makes them interesting. I pull up in front of the little corner store and run in to buy her a chocolate bar, another wonderful thing I inherited from my Mom that love of chocolate. We drove around that little village nibbling on our chocolate and enjoying those moments that I am not sure she will remember next week but I am sure I will never forget.


Yes Mom and I have a lot of similar interests and traits, I only wish I had of paid a little more attention to the whole knitting thing when I had the chance. I am happy to be home.

Later

56 comments:

  1. You will always treasure those memories with your Mom! Welcome home Buttons!

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  2. Beautiful hands. They tell a story all their own.

    Both of you are Blessed to have these moments. We are so lucky to get to share them and learn better how to love one another.

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  3. Welcome home! I'm glad you had a good time with your girls. I imagine your mom treasures your visits as much as you do!

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  4. Honestly, this brought a tear to my eye, such a precious memory to share with us all. I am so pleased you had a good time. It has made me think about how much I miss my Mum. They are the most special people in the World, our Mums xx

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  5. Love the pics of her knitting. It must be soothing for her. My female relatives all knit, but I never learned how.

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  6. I admire how you are able to ride the waves of your mom's condition as it is. It's not easy to do that. Bless you my friend. xo

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  7. Yes enjoy those stories because it is amazing what of them you forget when they are gone.

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  8. Welcome home to your Mom's love. There will never be better times...even with this disease. *hugs*

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  9. I envy people whose parents tell stories like that...
    Welcome home!! I bet Hero and Annie, and a lot of others were glad to see you!!

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  10. This is such a sweet story. It's wonderful how you care for your mom and enjoy listening to her stories. She may not remember it, but I'm guessing it means a lot to her all the same.

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  11. Being fully in those special moments with your mom speaks volumes of the love shared between you. Cherishing , as you do, being in the lovely moments that do still present themselves. A wonderful daughter and mother you are Buttons and I suspect that speaks volumes about how your mother raised you . A wonderful woman she has been, and still is.

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  12. Welcome home Buttons!!

    I love reading the posts about your mother. xx

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  13. Welcome home B. How wonderful to listen to those stories.

    hugs
    Andrea

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  14. How beautiful is this post! I love the thought of her knitting and you sitting with her and enjoying her stories. The knitting hands pictures are gorgeous~

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  15. What absolute, pure loveliness this post is. It brought tears to my eyes. Not everyone is so lucky as to have a mother like yours, and even though her mind is not as alert as it once was, you are cherishing your moments with her - a great tribute to the wonderful daughter she raised.

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  16. Buttons, you are a kindly gentle caregiver to your Mom.

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  17. God Bless you Mother, she may not always remember all the stories but she sure loves her B. :-)

    Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story.

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  18. Beautiful story, Buttons! Love the pictures of the knitting hands.
    Welcome home.

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  19. It's a blessing that your mom is mobile, my dad was so fragile that it was difficult to get him out and about. Treasure each moment- but I'm sure you do already.

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  20. what a sweet way to return home. :)

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  21. How interesting that knitting helps her arthritis! I would not have guessed that.

    It fascinates me which memories live on and which ones fade, isn't it?

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  22. A very tender and heartwarming post. I had a very close relationship/friendship with my mom, too. God bless your weekend.

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  23. Your relationship with your mom is so heartwarming. I love reading about the interaction between the two of you. I wish I had had that kind of warmth with my mom. Reading your stories always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

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  24. aww, you brought tears to my eyes, I have been in your place, the memories came back by your beautiful writing, my mum is gone now,
    time is precious and you are such a good daughter,

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  25. You treasure your mother, and that is lovely. I'm sure she treasures you, too, even if she can't tell you that. I love the photos of her hands. I'm glad that knitting helps her arthritis and that she's able to do it. My mother can no longer knit or crochet, and I think she misses doing things like that.

    Welcome home, dear friend!

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  26. and you are a great daughter too...

    XOXOX

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  27. Knitting is easy - If you ever have the desire and time simultaneously - you'll pick it up.

    LOVE, however - Love like you are sharing with us - is a treasure -
    Thank you for sharing yourself with all of us.
    love & love,
    -g-

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  28. B, I love how you had two black and white photos and then switched to color. It reminds me of how we have memories of the past-and that there are new memories yet to be made. Everything about this wonderful post today was sweet and sentimental:)

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  29. Hahhahah.... kind of funny that she said Where Did You Go!!! Love the knitting picture. I am surprised it helps her arthritis, because it makes mine worse.

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  30. Drives with Mom can be a fun adventure for both of you. I did the same for my mother to help her get out of the house and out of town. We saw all kinds of things together.

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  31. What a wonderful homecoming she gave you.

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  32. The love shines through from both sides.

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  33. there's no place like home!!

    no love like a mothers love!!

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  34. I remember quite clearly in nursing school 25 years ago being told to ALWAYS orient dementia clients - meaning don't pretend something to keep them happy. I have ignored this advice for years- it serves no purpose and upsets everyone. Good for you for " playing " along!

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  35. I love these photos of your mom knitting. So lovely and special. I'm glad you got to spend some time with her :) The chocolate bar sounds wonderful!

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  36. Hello Buttons,

    Such fond recollections by your mother. The sharing of stories between the two of you is very nice to note. More people should do that and cherish those special moments.

    Knitting is therapeutic. My human attended the 'Comedy Knitting' workshop. Had him in stitches ;)

    Be well, eh.

    Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!

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  37. Love this. I could have written one so similar. I took mother to the neurologist last week. He asked her, "What is the date?" She said nothing. He said, "Well, what is the month?" She thought for a minute and then said, "Well, ..it's not Christmas!" He gave her that one. She was right. Treasures. Sandra

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  38. Oh, you sweet girl. I'm so glad you made your Mama happy.

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  39. It makes me happy to hear your stories. I so regret not living closer to Grandma. I am certain you mother is a wonderful storyteller, because you are one of the best. I enjoy your stories immensely. Thank you for sharing such important moments.

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  40. Very sweet story, Buttons. I know that special feeling of wanting to hear her talk and listen to the stories and just absorb them so you will never forget. The only way to describe the feeling is 'bittersweet'. Glad you got the chance to get away and see your daughters and now see your Mom. xoxo

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  41. What a wonderful story. I am so glad your Mom got out with you. And you could learn to knit...or crochet... Both are fun. So glad you had a fun trip.

    Cindy Bee

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  42. Look at your Moms rings... beautiful. I just love the knitting pictures.

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  43. LOVE the photos of your Mom's hands working on those little blocks. Sounds like you had a wonderful reunion.

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  44. Your story brought tears again. I love to hear about your mom, maybe because I miss mine so much. You are both blessed to be close to each other, to be able to take those drives and talk about those old memories.

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  45. Your mom has lovely hands B. This story touched my heart and brought a tear or two to my eyes. I remember how much my mom, who also had Alzheimer’s, loved to go for a drive in the country, and get an ice cream cone at the counrty store.

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  46. Heh G. Good to hear from you today. Thought you might be without hydro as well. I called hydro before milking tonight and they said they were behind. We will have power by Sunday at 11pm. In the meanwhile get more gas for the generator for milking and let the cows loose toward the pond and watch they don't drown the the mud. Ice storm of 98 all over again only in April this time.

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  47. She sounds so happy to have you back, and the chance to share great memories is wonderful.

    How long has your Mom had Alzheimer's?

    Jen

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  48. Buttons that was one of the most beautiful ''life" stories I've ever read. The love of you and your mother for each other shines through.
    It is never too late for you to learn to knit. It is so easy. I can no longer knit because of osteo arthritis but can still crochet a little at a time and continue to make rugs to give to op shops for them to sell.
    My mother's mind was good until her death when she was 87 but she had physical problems following being hit by a car when she was 72. We too had a tremendous love for each other.

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  49. Home is where the heart is :)

    I truly loved this B. Made me smile.

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  50. I bet your mom was glad you were home. Such a heartfelt story.

    Hugs~

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  51. and wonderful traits they are.

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