I woke around 7 am in the morning. It was a dreary, cold day but that didn’t stop me from putting on my best. I only celebrate two holidays a year: Christmas and Mother’s Day. I greet my own mother who is herself, just waking up. I wish her a happy Mother’s Day before passing by to the kitchen to fill my water bottle. No gran in sight quite yet.
What’s the Occasion?
After filling up my water bottle with ice and water from the tap I move towards my office. The commotion of stuffing the ice into the aluminum bottle must have stirred the elderly one because out she popped from her cavern. She plopped herself down in her chair and I wished her a happy mothers day. She had no idea what I was talking about.
I told her it was Sunday and we had Church in a few hours. Her face lit up as she remembered Church and the celebrations planned ahead. Once she knows something is coming, she loses her ability to focus on anything else. It becomes an ‘are we there yet‘ scenario from childhood cartoons. To pass the time we chat in the living room over breakfast. It’s time to get ready!
The Great Mother
Gran has a very specific pew that she sits in every time. The reason is, if you look in the picture above, the speaker is directly beneath us. You can see and assume for symmetry’s sake that another speaker is on our side too. We take our seats and listen to the choir practice.
Below is an audio adventure for patrons at the $5 mark. It’s 1 hour long and takes you through the exact same sermon, unedited, that I went through.Once the service ended, we filed out quickly. I have major anxiety around people I don’t know. Is that news to anyone at this point? My mother stopped for coffee in the main hail. I kept walking as my heart rate kept rising. Funny things about churches… They are serene and quiet when everyone is sitting still, but when it’s time to leave or talk — holy shit.
You are a Gift
We begin our misty drive home in the fog. It’s not a long drive home thankfully. We have some presents waiting for gram at home. The ride is mostly quiet. She is pensive from the church experience and I am tired from anxiety; mom is focusing.
We pull into the driveway and head inside via the front walk. Mist is almost stinging in the morning air as I rush ahead to open the door. We gathered in the living room and I set up my recording. I captured some really endearing audio of her experiences at church, what she thought, what she wishes it had been like, and then her gift opening. When she and I sit alone, she confides so much more in me.A 90-year-old isn’t easy to shop for. Now throw dementia into the mix and you have quite the challenge. We decided to with gift cards to Wilson Farm, a local farm and garden shop. She loves flowers so we figured this couldn’t miss the mark by much. The card reading was next. She was overjoyed by the cards. So overjoyed in fact, that she read one of them twice. She forget she had read it in the first place; a bonus gift! After she finished reading the card for a second time a blank look came over her face and she asked “What did I graduate from again? All these gifts are so lovely.” We reminded her it was mothers day.
After she opened her gifts, we moved into the kitchen for dinner. A large meal had been prepared prior to festivities and we were famished.Pedro, my step-father, joined us for the meal. It was fairly quiet, probably because the food was delicious. I filled my plate mostly with rice and red sausage. I can’t eat much, because of my stomach problems, so I savor what I do take.
After the meal ends so do the festivities. I felt like the day went well. I really wish I could have written a poem for my mom. That is my only regret. I will include one last little tidbit for super loyal patrons. A video I managed to capture of gram expressing her utter elation and contentment with her situation. Enjoy: