mommy loving

On the day to day, I rarely focus on what has been lost

with Mumsie's dementia.

All of us children love her like a child these days.

We put her under our wing, drag her everywhere,

cater to her, as it should be when you find yourself

at 90 years old with 6 grown children to tend to you.

Yet there are those days that I miss being the child

with a Momma you can call and count on for help.

The momma that can help you out in a pinch.

I am so thankful that we have her and love

the Mumsie she has become.

Sometimes I long for the other momma.

Last night Mumsie called me saying she wasn't feeling good.

I decided to spend the night with her.

I felt like she would be fine but I could tell she was

frightened.

I tucked her in and fixed the sofa bed.

I read while she rested and when I was sure she was fine

I fell asleep thinking about how much momma has changed

over the years.

I fell asleep but during the night I imagine I kicked my

covers off.

I awakened during the early morning hours to

Mumsie tucking in and covering my feet.

Then I missed the old momma strongly.

That momma, however still lives in the little Mumsie

who graces us today.

I felt just like her little girl for a few minutes,

and I slept so good for the rest of the hours I was there.

Enjoy your mother, wherever she may be in her life today.