It’s funny how my Fridays almost always tend to be the same.
Every other Friday I take care of my mom in the mornings. Basically I’m there to make sure she eats breakfast, takes her medications, gets to the bathroom and makes it back to bed when she’s ready for a break. I tend to bring my dirty laundry with me and use the washer and dryer over there, mostly because it’s free (I have a community laundry at my apartment), but also because it keeps me busy.
On opposite Fridays I’m at home. This is my chance to clean my apartment, relax a little, and enjoy the quiet. People don’t always realize just how noisy libraries can be, then you add in the ambient noise that comes from driving home and the constant chatter in my brain… by the time “my” Friday rolls around I’m ready for some quiet!
Today is a “Mom Friday.” It’s taken her a little over an hour to get out of bed, but that’s almost normal for her. I’m a lot like her: we both like to lay in bed long after we’re supposed to be up. She’s eating her Cheerio’s, banana and coffee, while I’m typing away over here. The laundry is going and it’s nice and quiet. Well, except for her questions:
“What’s that over there on the floor?”
“Where’s Caramel/Flower/Niner?” (the cat/cat/dog)
“Can I have some pretzels?”
“How’s your husband?”
“Do you have any kids? Are you sure?”
“What’s your last name?”
“How is school going?”
“Are you almost done planning the wedding?”
“Did I take all the pills in this bowl?”
“Can you help me back to bed?”
“Can I have a kiss? I love you.”
Those questions used to bug the heck out of me. Always the same questions, almost always in the same order, and always when I’m in the middle of something that needs concentration. But strangely, they don’t bother me so much any more. Maybe that’s because I can remember back to a time when she would answer our questions, but never ask any of her own. Maybe it’s because I know that she’s trying to show that even though she can’t be there for everything she’s still interested in knowing what’s going on. And maybe it’s because I’ve learned that showing that I love her means not being annoyed when our conversations are always the same.
Mom and me in 2007 when I got my BA
Well, it’s time to help her back to bed and continue doing laundry. Gotta go!
January 7, 2011
Categories: Household Maintenance . Tags: alzheimers, caring for an elderly parent, dementia, family, Friday, love, mom, postaday2011, repetition . Author: daniebob . Comments: 1 Comment