Nurturing, feeding, caring and supporting. All the words that go so well with another word – Mother, Mum, Mom, whichever one you choose.
I've been so touched by your lovely comments whenever I've mentioned my Mum in my posts. It is difficult to deal with dementia in any form, it is something of a stealth illness. It creeps up on your loved one and steals them away from you a bit at a time.
Normality is no more. What was real has disapeared. Glimpses of the beloved are few and far between. It is like looking into a dusty and smeary window, one tucked into a corner and covered in cobwebs. You can't see through clearly, you make out shapes, you get mere glimpses of life, people and love.
Cherry made a good comment on how a mother can turn on a daughter. My friend Colette said the same. Seems I have taken the role of whipping boy just now, that's fine. Well no, it's not fine at all, but it is something I just have to go with, it is there and it's how things are.
Patti, you worried that just now your Mum might be at the best she is likely to be and things will get worse. Go along with that one, don't keep hoping for something better. Make the best of how she is right this minute . I have so many regrets that I didn't grasp moments and conversations and just smiles over the past year. I feel I let them slip by, did not capture everything before it was all too late.
Nurturing, supporting, loving, caring – all the words that go with another word, daughter. The roles reversed, the tables turned.
For all the friends who have commented and sent emails. Thanks so much. It really means a lot to be bolstered up by your love and kindness.
Life goes on.