This is what my life, or maybe my mind feels like. A boxing match. Feelings fighting each other.
Mom has a new medicine and I am telling you 15 minutes after she takes it - she is sound asleep - so I am careful to give to her only right before bed time - and you know what I feel guilty for enjoying the time - guilty for giving her the medicine. Is that crazy or what?
I can look back and honestly say mom has had Alzheimer's a long time - we just did not put 2 and 2 together.
I do pretty good on not resenting her, I hate Alzheimer's but I love her. My teeth have been knocked out - where she has punched me, jumped on my back from behind and pushing my head into a steering wheel - all these happened 2 years ago - a life time ago. Goodness knows we still have moments. I wish I had the $ to get teeth fixed. (having a pity party at the moment - can you tell?) I am hoping a dental makeover contest is coming up - like it did this time last year. I guess that is selfish. Otherwise - I just don't know what to do we are looking at 1000's of dollars of work. And it is not there.
She doesn't make much sense when she talks - she knows what she is saying, and usually I can decipher -and she can read - so that is good. She plays with her babies, still mops and dusts. She has managed to hide most of her socks -which is really about to drive me insane because I really thought I knew all of them. Unless they have found their way into the trash.
Then we have days she is so sweet and funny. The affectionate mom throws me off - because she never was affectionate when I was growing up. I knew she loved me - but I don't remember hugs, or kisses or even "good job." Thankfully my dad was affectionate.
Yesterday we spent about 10 minutes playing catch with a towel - she just laughed and laughed. So proud of herself for catching and throwing it.
When I tuck her into bed at night, she puts my hand to her cheek, and says "thank you for a lovely day.|" And it hits me, she doesn't remember any bad moments, sad moments, mad moments, she just knows love.
And when it comes down to it - that is what counts. Love.
Thank you God for loving me and allowing me to love.