I arrived at my mother’s church last Sunday, as previously planned, but MAG was MIA. When MAG has plans, she is religiously ready and waiting, but not this day. I called her and she declared, “I thought we were going to the movies.” Shortly thereafter, she arrived at church, completely apologetic, but I reassured her that it was okay.
My mother’s short-term memory loss has been a challenge for us and at times, the ramifications are not as easy to smile at (like forgetting she has diabetes and landing in E.R. or forgetting to take her medications, resulting in the same outcome), but forgetting about one of two activities that we had planned for the day is hardly a battle that I pick in this timeline.
My daughter (Min) helped MAG get situated on the pew and find her place in the missal. Throughout mass, Min showed MAG, line by line, where we were. You see, MAG has numerous challenges, including being deaf. Because Min was on her best behavior, I actually got to hear the sermon and I only had to shush them a few times. The best part? We got to sing “How Great Thou Art.” This song is one of my aunt’s favorite, so I sang a tad louder and reflected on beautiful memories of MAG’s eldest sister. I took a quick photo of the page we were on, so I could send it to my aunt and my cousin, her caregiver.
After church, we went to the movies and while we were walking to the theater, my Min saw a car approaching, so she waited for MAG in order to grab her hand. My mother thanked her profusely. When they got to safety, I smiled at them and I told Min how wonderful it is to see her helping MAG. Min told me that she was so worried that the car was going to hit her. Watching my daughter assisting my mother is a far better show than the movies Min routinely chooses. What did we watch? Picture Perfect 3. How do I rate the movie? I don’t. Instead, I focus on what truly matters – spending quality time with MAG and Min.