Mother remembers
My brother was home for the weekend, and yesterday evening, we went out to dinner with our parents. We got mother to sit in the front of the car so she could easily see all that went on in front of her. She looked around the inside of the car, spotted the glove compartment and said she wasn’t going to open it.
She remembers!
This afternoon, I was using the Magna Doodle lookalike tablet to write Chinese characters for her to recognise. I was writing the characters for Sunday and finishing up the second character when she said, “it’s missing one stroke.”
She remembers!
You may think it’s no big deal that an old lady remembers the last time she opened my car’s glove compartment and couldn’t get it to close, or that she knows when a Chinese character is missing a stroke. But this old lady, my mother, suffers from dementia, so little things like this mean a lot to me. It means we’re still keeping full dementia at bay.
I’m grateful. Very grateful.
Thank You, Lord.
