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Looking back, I remember many times when my mother embarrassed
me so much that I felt a rush of heat hit my cheeks and I knew I had turned beet red. I was sure that she had no tact
at all and having her just mention me going out in public with her made my mind spin around looking for excuses to get out
of it.
Now don't get me wrong, I loved my mother. The problem is that I'd spent so much time
with my aunt that my mother's ways were hard to understand. My Aunt Idell was a deeply private person who believed that you
should never "air your dirty linen" nor ask about anyone else's. My mother, on the other hand, would bring up just about
any subject with anyone that she knew. She was never one to beat around the bush either, she would ask them in a very
direct manner and then begin to offer her advice or whatever knowledge she might have about the matter.
I'll never forget going to a family reunion and having my mother pull my cousin to the
side to talk about her recently deceased husband. He had died quite suddenly only a couple of weeks before the reunion and
most of the family was avoiding the issue and my cousin out of fear of saying the wrong thing or bringing on tears.
Not my mother, she started asking questions about everything from the man's undescended
testicle at birth right up to the internment. My cousin laughed, cried, rolled her eyes and at the end of the conversation,
hugged my mother very tightly for a long time. In my mind at the time, I remember thinking that she probably pityed
my mother and didn't think she was wrapped too tight. I have come to realize that my mother was the only one there who let
my cousin pour out her heart and face reality.
I discussed this outing with my father a few days after the fact and told him how embarrassing
it was when my mother was so nosey about other people's business. He explained to me that day about what he called my
mother's "gift."
He told me that he sometimes got annoyed with her when she wanted to talk to everyone
she saw in the supermarket but he had come to understand why she did it. She had a gift, he said, of caring for people
regardless of their color or their place in society. She never saw anything but their heart so she sometimes rushed
in where other people feared to tread.
I didn't understand it at the time. I got upset when my friends stopped by and
my mother stole their attention away with cornball jokes such as; "What's the difference between an airplane and a baby?"
She knew that teenagers would giggle themselves into a stupor when she replied, "An airplane goes from city to city while
a baby goes from titty to titty." Don't giggle now, you would have been embarrassed too!
Now I would give everything but my own children to see her full of life like that again.
She lives in her own little world with only a few rare moments when something sparks a smile from her or causes her to say
more than a few words.
Youthful judgment is often harsh and usually wrong. It's just a shame that it takes us
so long to figure that out.
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She never completed school. She made it to the tenth grade but didn't complete the year. There was work
to be done at home for the family and so she gave up her studies to help out there. She took a job at a local Five & Dime
and soon had the busiest candy counter in town, not for the fudge she cut into little blocks and sold, but for her winning
smile and her sense of humor. She made everyone who came to her counter feel good about themselves.
She married at
the age of twenty-one and the next year, gave birth to her first child. Two more children followed in quick succession and
then, she was left stranded by the husband she trusted and depended on to provide for her and the little ones. He left her
in a coal company house that was in demand by working miners and within two weeks, she was given an eviction notice. She lived
through the shame of having to go back to her parents and then later, the pain of having her three young children stolen from
her and taken away to another state before a judge could make a custody ruling during a bitter divorce.
She survived
a remarriage and giving birth to two more children. She cried through holidays when she thought no one could hear and she
hugged us a little bit tighter sometimes when it was one of the other children's birthdays. She survived losing her parents
and siblings and her spouse to death and still, somehow, she managed to find humor in small things. She laughed and she made
others around her laugh.
Now, at almost 81 years old, she suffers from dementia and assorted health problems that
keep her sleeping most of the time and have robbed her of the ability to enjoy life. But still, there are times when something
makes her think and she comes alive. The sparkle reappears in her eyes and she grins or smiles when she knows she has made
someone else laugh. Those times make up for all the times that she is lost in her own world.
I have found certain
things that trigger my mother's mind. Touching her while I talk to her seems to calm her and helps her to focus. Keeping a
steady tone of voice helps while speaking sharply to her quickly turns her facial expression to one of apprehension or fear.
The biggest trigger however, is laughter.
During a recent visit from a friend, my mother came alive. She felt very
comfortable with the visitors and she quickly caught onto all of us sitting around the table laughing. She tried hard to think
up jokes to tell them and she would come into the room and quickly let them know what was on her mind. If they laughed, she
would say, "Well, I just thought of that and wanted to come and tell you."
She is childlike in many ways, she just
loves to be silly and she hasn't thought about any real problems for quite a while. She has no concept of money or bills,
she no longer scans the obituaries looking for names she recognizes and she has no desire to look past today. There are times
when she is prissy and times when she is sure that her stuffed dog is doing tricks or that someone is talking to her that
we don't see.....When I think about it, maybe she is in the best place a person could ever be. I waste moments of my life
worrying about being late with a utility payment, who is divorcing and who is ill and I am forever trying to make sure that
the future is taken care of.........while I'm too busy to enjoy today.
Today, I lied to my mother, not a serious lie,
but a lie. I do it a lot in fact, because they are lies that comfort her or let her be content. Instead of saying, "I'm leaving
for five hours and my brother will look in on you," I simply say, "I'm going outside to find something I dropped." She has
no concept of time but she can handle the idea of me being gone for minutes while the thought of me being gone for longer
makes her feel frightened and nervous.
While my mother still recognizes me, her world has gradually ebbed away from
today and now revolves more around yesterday. She doesn't know when she ate last or old how the grandchildren are but if you
ask her about the principal of the Junior High she attended, she can describe him in great detail. She sometimes asks questions
I have no way of answering but I have learned that rather than saying, "I don't know," I can answer with "I think he moved
to California, or I heard she became a teacher." She will nod in satisfaction and it's over. But I do have to be careful.
Dementia is a strange mental illness. She is confused and for the most part, realizes that she is confused. She will
ask the same questions over and over again but there are times when she catches her mistakes and occasionally, even mine.
Those are the times when just for a brief moment, I am once again the child and she is once again my parent. Most of the time
however, those roles have become reversed.
I don't understand the people who put parents in nursing homes and then
never go to see them. I know that not all parents were good parents but in my case, I wouldn't leave my kids at a day care
and not go back and I can't do that with my mother either.
So, I will continue to find ways to make her laugh! I will
try to trigger those moments when her eyes sparkle and her feet tap to music. I will do whatever it takes to make sure she
always feels loved and cared for.
Music playing is "Yesterday When I Was Young"
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