July 11, 2012

Remember When

Posted in Family tagged , , , , at 10:08 am by msweet42

I will never think of Alan Jackson’s song “Remember When” the same way after this week.

The flight to Iowa has just enough diversion to keep me from fixating on Mom. But there is just enough downtime to let me imagine all the worst scenarios for when we walk in the door and see Mom for the first time.

Wednesday morning. We drive over to the care center. We take the elevator to the fourth floor. We walk down the hall to their apartment. Diane and I look at each other. I breathe deeply to not to be overwhelmed by what is on the other side of the door.

I knock, open the door, and we walk in. Dad rises to great us. We hug, shake hands, and I look at Mom.

Mom is, well, Mom is, um, Mom. She calls hello (she doesn’t rise because she has mobility issues), she calls us by name, she’s happy to see us, she sounds just like she always has only her speech has slowed down a tad. She’s clearly trying to enunciate more clearly and there is the odd time where she pauses to find the right word.

Diane and I find chairs and sit in what becomes our talking circle. Other than when there is other company, the seating never varies. Mom in a recliner by the far wall, then Diane and then me. Dad in his recliner completes the circle.

My fears about Mom are exaggerated. More accurately, she’s better than I feared she would be but not as good as I want her to be. To my surprise, Mom for the most part leads the conversation through the usual small talk about how are the girls, the boys, the grandkids, our jobs – the usual lubricants to ease into long conversation.

I notice two things. Mom does most of the talking. As advised by my brothers, I keep an eye on Dad as he gives cues that Mom is being current and accurate or that she’s slipped out of the here and now.

The other thing is that most of our conversation is in the past tense. Do you remember when so and so did such and such? How this and that happened and someone said or felt what because of it.

When I bring up something in the here and now, invariably that leads to a reference in the past. I mention something I read on a Facebook page about Centerville and we spend the next twenty minutes talking about things that happened 40 years ago. There is a new wall being built around the local utilities to protect it from flooding. So then we talk about when various of us sons sandbagged in some flood or the other ranging on back to the ’60s.

As I had expected, Mom’s memory is pretty much spot on. Actually, I learn a few things I’d not known. She talks about today and current events but it’s tricky to keep her there. Its easier to just let the conversation flow into the past.

She only occasionally stops to look for a word or phrase. I let myself hope that maybe this isn’t going to be so bad.

But the day is early.

We leave to give them a chance to have lunch. The last thing I see before I leave is Mom trying to work a fork full of meatloaf the suddenly long, long path from her plate to her mouth. I close the door and take a lot of deep breaths.

When we get back, we form our circle again and the conversation begins again and the pattern repeats. As the afternoon passes, I see Mom pause more often and then a bit longer trying to get her words.

She’s not lost her sense of humour. She quietly makes fun of herself  for not being able to get it right. She tells us about funny episodes where she’s tried to drink coffee and ended up wearing it.

Mostly, though, we play “Remember when?” Remember when we saw this? Remember when you did that? Remember when …

I remember my Mother. I see my Mother in her present form. I know this is as good as she will be. I see the difference between my Mother last December and my Mother now. I know my Mother is leaving.

In the same way that someone pauses at the door for a last continuation of the conversation before they leave, my Mother is sharing.

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