Mom's!

 We celebrated Mother's Day with my family this year, we just had a nice cook out and visited the day away. My Mom has always been a source of strength to me, she was always one that seemed on top of everything. She always helped us with the things that we needed, and got us to the right places. My Mom turned 80 this last year, and her health is not the best. She has Dementia. I knew it was not good, but until you have someone close to you have it, it is a very hard road with lots of emotions. You all of the sudden become like the parent instead of the child. I found this poem awhile ago and it kind of sums it up.

                                               Two Mothers Remembered

                                     I had two Mothers, two Mothers I claim

                                Two different people, yet with the same name

                                  Two separate women, deverse by design

                          But I loved them both, because they were both mine.

                              The first was the Mother, who carried me here, 

                           Gave birth and nurtured, and launched my career.

                                  She was the one whose features I bear,

                              Complete with the facial expressions I wear.

                           She gave me some music, which follows me yet

                                Along with examples in life that she set.

                            Then as I grew older, she some younger grew,

                      And we'd laugh as just Mothers and daughters can do.

                         But then came the year that her mind clouded so,

                   And I sensed that the Mother I'd known soon would go,

                         So quickly she changed and turned to the other - 

                      A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother.

                     Oh, she looked just the same, at least at arms length,

                      But she was the child now, and I was her strength.

                              We'd come full circle, we women three,

                             My Mother the first, the second, and me.

                          And if my own children should come to a day

                     When a new Mother comes, and the old goes away,

                              I'd ask of them nothing that I didn't do -

                     Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you.

 I know that I am so blessed with goodly parents, They are truly amazing to me. They take such good care of one another. I pray that they know how special and loved they are!

                                                                     Dementia

                          My eyes do see, my ears do hear, I am still Me, so lets be clear,

                 My memory may fade, my walk may slow, I am Me inside, don't let me go.

It was a good day, to celebrate with these people that I love so much, plus a call from my daughter was the icing on the cake.