A Delightful Thanksgiving Alongside Mom

All our fears that it would hold upwards “too much” for her – that she was hold upwards overwhelmed or anxious – were unfounded.

By +Marilyn Raichle

that she was hold upwards overwhelmed or anxious H5N1 Delightful Thanksgiving with Mom

Prior to Thanksgiving Marilyn wrote, Thanksgiving Dilemma, Should Mom Attend?

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She wrote virtually a dilemma that is mutual alongside Alzheimer's caregivers all over the world. The consequence to accept mom (or dad) to a identify unit of measurement gathering, or to exit them at dwelling (or, inward the nursing home).

This is Marilyn's Thanksgiving twenty-four hours story.

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*Marilyn Raichle writes The Art of Alzheimer’s – How Mother Forgot Nearly Everything together with Began to Paint – a weblog virtually her woman bring upwards Jean, fine art together with Alzheimer’s. Marilyn also industrial plant every bit an arts administration consultant inward the Greater Seattle area.

Thanksgiving was – to role mother’s favorite phrase – only delightful.

All our fears that it would hold upwards “too much” for her – that she was hold upwards overwhelmed or anxious – were unfounded.

Because nosotros had a plan.

All every bit good ofttimes nosotros assume that only beingness with the identify unit of measurement is enough. And inward the by that sentiment has left Mom feeling adrift, isolated, inevitably anxious together with eager to larn home.

This time, I made certain that she was engaged.

We looked at photograph albums together with painting demonstrate books. She played the pianoforte – her real singular medley of Polly Waddle Doodle together with Silent Night – the 2 songs she plays from memory.

She had chores – filling the spectacles with ice, folding the napkins, making certain the silverware was railroad train correctly.

There were moments of confusion but nil that caused her anxiety.

“My identify unit of measurement is going to accept me to dinner,” she confided. “Oh, that sounds similar together with thus much fun!” I would answer.

And the food… She loved the food, eating everything but making certain she had room for dessert.

After small-scale slices of both the apple tree together with pumpkin pie, she kept eyeing the kitchen counter. “Are those pies?” she would enquire with a gleam inward her eye. “I wonder if I tin lead maintain a piece.”

Mindful of triggering elevated carbohydrate levels, I would convey her miniature slices – no larger than mouthful – which she ate with immense satisfaction.

We drove dwelling thankful for a wonderful twenty-four hours together.

A Very Happy Thanksgiving.

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