Saturday, January 2, 2010
I'm here Mom
My mom remembers her date of birth, where she was born, that she has 3 children. She remembers her children's names. She remember that she has brothers and sisters. She remembers their names too. She does not remember that I am her daughter. She calls me her sister, but I'm not sure which sister. Some days I'm her sister Carmen. Other days I'm Teddy. Sometimes I'm Ana or even Mamita (her mom). When she prays she gives thanks for "the people in this house". She tells me thanks all the time for anything I do. She is grateful. She does not know I'm her daughter, but she knows that I am here for her.
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I had always said as mom went through these stages of dementia, that as long as she knew who I was, it was all ok. Then the day came that she couldn't tell me who I was. I was my sister Joyce, or my sister Lois...both who are in heaven. Or I was the lady that worked here. Or she knew that she should no but just couldn't remember. So, I will give her clues or give her the answers and ask her for confirmation which she would nod her head to. There were times she would trumphantly state my name and that I was her daughter, but those days are gone now. I know she knows who I am, the recognition is in her eyes, even in her foggiest moments. She knows I am the one who takes care of her.
ReplyDeleteI see that recognition in my mom's eyes too! Thanks
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful.
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