Momma has good days and bad days and we have no real idea what makes some better than others. I think that Alzheimer’s puts all those little personality quirks under a microscope and magnifies them, exaggerating things that under “normal” circumstances we can control. So while all of us have days that are better than others, we can cover up the bad and hide them from public view. Momma on the other hand, can no longer do this. On bad days, she is drowning in self-doubt, self-pity, lethargy, and ugly memories.
On good days, however, Momma sees things through rosy-colored glasses. The smallest gestures bring smiles and words of gratitude. Of course, these days are easier for all of us.
We had one such good day this past weekend. Sister Connie has a re-do furniture business called ReStyled. She and her daughter-in-law take old, worn furniture, or parts of things, and turn them into beautiful pieces of usable art. They also sell Annie Sloan paints. While they have several physical locations to sell their goods, they also sell at art fairs and festivals. Last weekend Connie was working a fair in Tipton, Indiana – Momma’s hometown.
Momma woke up with smiles that day. She was able to dress herself with ease and she was ready to go at the designated time. Momma and I chatted easily in the car as we drove to Tipton. Though the air was hot and sticky, Momma didn’t seem to notice. She praised every vendor’s wares and marveled at the perfection of Connie’s display. Momma told old stories as I pushed her around in her wheelchair. Son-in-law Dean bought her a block of homemade fudge. At dinner after the show, Momma told more old stories and we responded with genuine interest, as if that was the first time to hear each of them.
Momma was full of thanksgiving all the way home. (And she didn’t forget my promise to give her the fudge after she took her medicines!)