I’m so grateful I started writing down Mama stories years ago. How I savor the memories now, as I relive the moments, when Mama and Daddy were still with us. And Mama was still walking and talking and challenging me and always somehow making me smile through the tears.
I can almost feel her warm hug and her head on my shoulder and her pats on my arm. I can almost hear her voice and laugh…
August 18, 2014
Mama makes me smile so often. Even though there are challenges in most visits, I am still blessed to be with her and cherish the times we share…
Mom is walking down the hallway towards me. I hold open my arms, and she walks into them and gives me a hug as she says, “Hi honey bunny!”
We go through our challenging things—changing her and getting her to brush her teeth. Then we sit on the love seat and she looks me in the eyes and says, “You are…?”
“Cheryl,” Mom repeats with satisfaction. “Cheryl Lynn?”
“Yes,” I answer with a smile of my own satisfaction. “Who are you?”
“Cheryl,” Mom cheerfully replies as she throws her wadded up tissue into the middle of the living room floor. And then adds, “Right now.”
Dad comes walking into the room. “Who’s that?” Mom asks.
“Yeah, who is that?”
“Ask him,” Mom says.
“You ask him,” I challenge back.
Mom shouts to Dad, “Raymon! She wants to talk to you!” We all chuckle.
I read Mom’s life stories to her. I sing songs as she leans her head on my shoulder and pats my arm. I pause, waiting for her to fill in words or phrases. She does now and then, but not much.
She puts a blanket over her lap and extends part of it to me. “You can have half. If you don’t want it you can give it to someone else.”
When it’s time to leave I hug Mama and kiss her goodnight and tell her I love her. And I do the same with Daddy.
And as I leave, I think how tender these strange and quirky moments are…How sweet it is to be called honey bunny. How precious it is that she can still remember Lynn goes with Cheryl.
How heart-warming it is that she wants to give me half her blanket. And I know I don’t want to give it to anyone else. Because cuddling next to Mama, sharing her blanket, is right where I want to be.