Strawberries For Mom

Today I went to visit my mother at the Care Center where she lives. I took her two baskets of fresh strawberries because that is one of her all time favorite treats. She was very excited to see me, and even more excited when she found out I brought strawberries for her.

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Today’s visit was very different from my visit with her last Sunday.

Since my weekly visits with my mother got off schedule when my family went to Colorado for our granddaughter’s graduation from High School, I told my brother, Danny, that I would take his Sunday visit this past week so he wouldn’t have to make the hour drive from his home in Maricopa Arizona. He agreed and thanked me for letting him know. However, when I arrived at the Care Center Sunday to visit my mother, much to my surprise, there sat my brother, Danny in the activity room helping mom play bingo. I asked him what he was doing there and he said he had to come into town anyway to pick up a few things so he just decided he would stop by and see mom and visit with me as well. How nice and thoughtful of him. I don’t get to see Danny as often as I would like because he lives so far away from me and often has to work weekends..

I brought my mother a McDonald’s caramel frappe and placed it on the table in front of her. Then I bent down to say hello and give her a hug. She let me hug her but didn’t say anything. Then she looked at the frappe and asked “where did I get this?” I said “I brought it for you.” She looked at me with a blank stare and said “I don’t think I know who you are.” I said “you don’t know who I am? Mom, I’m your daughter, Cindy, I’m married to Bill and we are Shantel’s parents.” She said “no, you’re not my daughter, so who are you?” This was not the first time mom hasn’t recognized me but it was the first time she said she didn’t know who I was in front of Danny, and her friend, Joan. They both looked surprised and I said “it’s OK, this has happened before, just give her a few minutes and she will remember.” Danny, being true to his usual quick wit form, said “she didn’t have any problem recognizing me right away when I walked in..” I laughed and said “well, we both know she always loved you best..”

However, I was a bit concerned that mom was not coming around and acting like she knew who I was so I excused myself from the table saying I would be right back. I went to find the duty nurse, Judy, who I know well and reported the incident. Judy pulled me aside and said “the first time your mom didn’t recognize you was real and often times patients with Parkinson’s will have episodes like that. However, the last time your mom said she didn’t know who you were, she didn’t know some of her aids or nurses either… but this time she is just pissed off at you because you went to Colorado.” Judy told me, they, the staff, heard about how upset my mother was about my leaving all week.. If that is true, all I can say is “oh, the games people play…”

After mom had a few strawberries, I asked her if she was ready to go to the dinning room for lunch. She said she was so off we went. The choices on the menu today were roasted pork with twice baked potato, or fruit plate, with Boston cream pie for desert. Mom always loved roasted pork and twice baked potato so I was surprised when she said she would have the fruit plate. I asked her why she didn’t want the pork and potato? She said “they don’t make it like dad did.” I said “well you’re not gong to get that again but that doesn’t mean this wouldn’t be something you could like too…” She said “no, I’ll have the fruit plate.” I thought to myself… suit yourself… 🙂

While I was sitting with mom as she ate her lunch I just couldn’t help but notice Lois, one of the full-time aids working at the Care Center. Lois has been working there for 12 yrs and is always smiling and spreading joy to each and every one of the residents… She is absolutely AMAZING, especially when you realize she is older than many of the residents she cares for… Lois is 82 yrs old.

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I asked around, and found out Lois has never missed a day of work, she is supposed to be on “light duty” now, but I’ve seen her helping to lift residents in and out of bed, wheelchairs, and she is always in the dinning room helping to feed residents. .. God bless her sweet soul… When I grow up…, I want to be just like Lois!!!

Stay Tuned!

 

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6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bill
    May 23, 2014 @ 00:31:47

    Wow, I am looking forward to retirement, look at Louis go 82 and still working, I do not believe that will be my destiny.

    Bill

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    • beyondcinderella
      May 23, 2014 @ 00:51:29

      No, Bill, working until you are 82 will NOT be in “our” plans… You have three more years to work outside our home while I hold down the many fort fronts with mom, Shantel etc.,….Then, finally, you and I will be FREE to do all the things we have always dreamed of doing.. Can not wait… xoxo Girly

      Reply

  2. gotham girl
    May 23, 2014 @ 14:28:32

    You already are LOIS!!! xoxo

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  3. katsbynp
    May 26, 2014 @ 00:18:12

    People like Lois always amaze me. We see many who are still active and in fact had a 93 year old who still helped her neighbors and took them to doctor’s. Thanks for sharing

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    • beyondcinderella
      May 26, 2014 @ 00:40:19

      Yes, Kathy, people like Lois never cease to amaze me as well… I truly believe it is all about your attitude, and people that don’t think age is anything but a number do much better as far as I can tell. I always try to remember that… it’s just a number, it should have nothing to do with what we can do…

      Reply

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