I got a call today from the director of the assisted living where Mom lives. She said that today, for the first time, Mom was happy and smiled a real smile.
I am glad that Mom has "put on" her manners and has been civil and polite to the people who work and live there. She has not been screaming or aggressive or violent. I am so thankful for this behavior, as it is not how she behaves towards me. She is still not happy that she is there or fully cooperative but at least she is civil.
But today, something I did, made her happy. She doesn't know I'm the responsible one, but I do.
What is the cause of this happiness? Mom received her hometown newspaper in her mailbox. She is getting the newspaper mailed to her, a few days late, but it will come. It will still be new news to her.
Sure! I'll take a one year subscription. Who knows if she'll still be able to read in one year; or understand what is written. Today, for a few minutes, I was able to make my Mom happy. It was worth it.
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I stumbled on yet another caregiving guidebook shall we say. It is "My Mother, Your Mother: Embracing "Slow Medicine," the Compassionate Approach to Caring for Your Aging Loved Ones" [Paperback]
Dennis Mccullough
You will like it. Very affirming and helpful.
And thank you for the Fish. What was that again? and again. and again. It made me happy.
Rainsinger
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