Bath time was as strenuous as usual, but God gave me one golden moment I will treasure…
Mom was mad. She wanted to kill somebody. She wanted to kill me. She said she hated me. All par for the course these days. But as I was getting her dressed, I moved her baby doll off the bed onto the dresser. And then Mom said, “I have a baby girl. Her name is Cheryl.”
She hasn’t remembered my name on her own for months. It feels like longer than that even. I think it’s been years since she’s remembered she had babies of her own. But here she said my name and associated it with her own baby girl! “I have a baby girl. Her name is Cheryl.” Those words seem so precious to me today. I cheered and gave Mom a hug.
I suppose in reality she probably didn’t know what she was saying. She speaks so much gibberish and nonsensical sentences now. But maybe she had a moment of a true memory… maybe the bond of mother and child clicked back in for a few seconds.
I guess I can’t know for sure. But I’m choosing to believe God knew I needed some sweet words of sunshine in the midst of the hurtful muddy ones. And I’m so thankful. My mama has a baby girl. And her name is Cheryl!