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by Denise Cooper
Today was my 43rd birthday. I went to my mom's room early and just looked at her, watched her sleep. When she was my age she had a 5 year old daughter, 11 and 26 year old sons and dreams of the future, goals had been set. I wondered just how many of those dreams and goals my mom had been able to reach. Had her life been full, did she feel love, had she been satisfied. I realized just how much that I truly do love my mom. Despite all the things that had happened in my childhood, I love her, as she was, as she became and as she is now. I wondered too if she would remember what day it was, would she know it was my birthday? Probably not, however she would be with me for one more. After awhile, I woke her up and she smiled at me. I told her it was time to get up and get dressed because we were having company come for dinner. She asked why and I told her. She reached her frail, weak arms up and gave me a big hug. I crawled in next to her and laid my head upon her breast as I had so many years ago. In that very moment my mom was back. There was no need to make a wish when I blew out the candles, it had already been answered. Subscribe to our E-Newsletter! © 1997 - 2005 Alzheimer's Association, National Capital Area. All rights reserved. |
