I’VE BEEN BLESSED BECAUSE…
Last Monday, I wrote a piece about Alzheimer’s and how I sometimes feel as if I have been robbed of the natural relationship between a mother and a daughter. You can read that here I’VE BEEN ROBBED!
A new friend of mine Susan Macaulay who runs several sites including My Alzheimer’s Story, Amazing Women Rock, and She quotes has issued a challenge to me. She thinks that I was perhaps being a little to negative in my piece. She’s completely right I was being dismal as I sometimes do. I am generally a half-full glass type of girl, but there are occasions when the constant battering of my heart and soul seeps out onto the pages of my minute meteor in the blogging galaxy.
She wasn’t being judgmental in any way, instead she turned my frown upside down and issued a challenge. A challenge to take a moment to consider all the ways that I had been blessed by Alzheimer’s. At first, that seemed impossible, but the more I thought about it there were several things that I can honestly say has come directly from taking care of mom through this final stage of life. So here it is…
I am blessed… that I get to be the one she turns to for her problems. That she has the trust in me to know that I am always going to look out for her best interests. That I will keep her warm, safe, and more importantly in constant supply of unfrosted, blueberry pop tarts. (Kellogg’s please don’t let me down)
I am blessed… that I get to be in the middle of four generations coming together to love one another and take care of each other. I get to watch mom cuddle and play with her great-grandchildren. Laughing along with my daughter and I at all of their constant adorable antics.
I am blessed… that I’ve learned more about the woman who raised me as a woman instead of merely my mom. That I’ve heard first hand the stories of her youth and of a generation mostly gone.
I am blessed… I don’t have to worry that she is being neglected, abused or uncared for. That I am able with the help of my wonderful husband to provide that safe, comfortable, Poptart friendly environment for her to relax with no worries.
I am blessed… that other than the dementia that riddles mom’s mind she is healthy and happy and able to get around as she pleases. Her body is fit and she still enjoys being able to get out for an impromptu picnic by the lake or a hike through the woods. She can enjoy a day of shopping or even a county fair.
While Alzheimer’s is a scary, dark, curvy road there are times you come out of the shadows and experience the brilliant sunshine that might break through the trees for just a little bit. NOW GO OVER AND READ HER POST “I’VE BEEN BLESSED”
Appreciate the good, laugh at the crazy, and deal with the rest.
I love you momma!