Each time I go to visit my mom in the nursing home, I can tell immediately if it's going to be a good day or a tough one...if the shades are up and she is smiling, it will probably be a good day for her...and for my dad and I, as well. But on days when we round the corner to her room, if the room is dark we know that the torment of dementia will fill her day with fear, confusion, paranoia and a deep, vile depression.
Today was a very good day...she was laying in her bed...eyes closed, with a peaceful expression on her face. My dad and I both breathed a sigh of relief when we saw her. The minute she heard my voice she opened her eyes and smiled a glorious smile. We had a nice visit...as I was working through the house I grew up in that we are getting ready to put up for sale, I found her Bible. I took it to her, hoping it might spark some happy memories as she read through all of the pages filled with her handwritten notes and cross-references. My mother always loved to go to church. She was a Sunday School teacher for as long as I can remember. Church had deep meaning for my mother...she truly walked the talk her entire life. But...looking back, I know that the church was always a major social outlet for her since we lived in such a remote area and she had such limited opportunities to interact with others.
She was mesmerized by her Bible. It actually originally belonged to her mother. It was passed on to my mom. As she went through all of the notes and cards that were stored within the pages of the Bible...all placed there by her ages ago, she continued to ask me "Why would I write that note?"..."What was I going to do with this note?"...she did not take her eyes off of it for the first 30 minutes we were there...I could see flickers of memories light up her face as she recognized familiar memories...and also the confusion she tried to cover as she struggled to understand those things that made no sense to her.
She also was excited because I gave my dad a cell phone over the weekend...while we were visiting, we called mom's sister and mom got to spend time with her...it ultimately ended in tears as she had to say goodbye, but she enjoyed hearing her voice.
All in all, a good day and, all in all, last week was a good week. I managed to knit at least a little bit every day...which is now my daily goal...even if it's only for one row or just a few stitches...I've just got to keep the creative juices flowing...it makes such a difference!
All the best!