Today is Mother’s Day in America. But I fail to see why take one day throughout a mother’s life and celebrate in that fashion. Everyday should be Mother’s Day because as a family, here in particular, it is a 24/7 deal.
You say: `I didn’t sign up for this!` True. But it goes with being a child of a mother-unit. Remember how you came into the world and that’s all that’s matter, whether by love or not, but the fact you’re alive.
Life can be good. Love is evil sometimes. Take time off to remember your mother. A quick phone call. A surprise visit. Or just a thoughtful prayer sent telepathically for forgiveness. After all, a person is only defined by the personality.
Once dementia or senility sets in, that’s it. Yesterday, the three of us visited old granny up in the nursing home in Hayward, CA. Maw stayed in the car and allowed Paw and I time with the old woman.
For about thirty minutes, I conversed with her in English, not caring if she understood the language or through her hearing aid. I tried to jog her memory through repeated words of Paw’s name, mine and Maw’s. But nothing worked, not even an old photograph of a family portrait of her husband and her children.
The sad part is that she kept asking this question for NINE friggin’ times:
`Is it raining?`
Right there, her mind is gone. She is gone but not dead. I kept telling her maybe its her hearing aid. I told her she is in a nursing home. But nothing went through her small skull of little mind left.
I heard Maw ask the same question awhile back. I believe this is the mind deteriorating. The storm inside the brain is probably making raining sounds within. As a matter of fact, the weather right now looks like rain.
The gray clouds are in the skies. The air is cold because the heater would turn on frequently throughout the night. The winds are still and nothing is stirring. To me, this symbolizes sadness of all mother’s with lots of sentiments, mostly hormone-filled, I’m afraid.
So enjoy your mothers and other loved ones, connect with them because frankly we will all die anyway, and make the most of the life’s drama and learn how to LET IT GO and LAUGH IT OFF. If you cannot do these two ideals in bold lettering, then you’re nuts, too.
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