One of our overseas readers, known as ‘Lickety Glitz’, contacted us to share her love for our regular Life with Ma blog series. Lickety told us it’s the closest any online story has come to mirroring her personal experience with her mother.
Here, Lickety shares with us one of her own stories, which she describes as being ‘grounded in the joy of being Mom’s caregiver’.
Mom was diagnosed with vascular dementia in 2010.
Dad vowed to keep his sweetheart at home and take care of her until the day she died, and my sister and I believed him because he’s that kind of man. As it turns out, he’s also the kind of man to die of pancreatic cancer. Suddenly. With little time for us to do anything except promise him that we would take up the baton and continue the race.
So, it’s been a year-and-a-half of marathoning with Mom and her dementia, and while she’s busy forgetting most of what she knew, we’re learning a thing or two about the hilarity of accepting the unacceptable, about teamwork between two very different sisters, about care giving tips and tricks, and about finding friends in unlikely places.
Meeting the mirror lady
The first time I saw Mom with her new “friend” was about six months ago. I poked my head outside the kitchen doorway and saw her in front of the hallway mirror. ‘Mom, dinner!’ I said cheerily.
She turned to me, then turned to the mirror, ‘Come on,’ she coaxed. A pause. ‘Aren’t you coming?’ she asked the mirror, then turned back to me, shrugged, and said, ‘She won’t come.’ Well, okay then!
In the time since, Mom has developed quite a friendship with the mirror lady. The hallway mirror is on the door of the linen closet. Several times an evening, I’ll see Mom in conversation with her friend. Then she’ll open the door only to find the mirror lady has disappeared, replaced by quite a nice selection of clean towels and sheets.
The mirror lady shows up everywhere!
We find her in department stores, restaurants, all bathrooms, anywhere there is a reflective surface. Mom always gives the mirror lady a wave and a smile as if to say, ‘Hello! I’m happy to see you again!’ Other people in the vicinity are perplexed or amused. I’m happy Mom has her friend along for the ride.
Recently, while doing dishes, Mom grinned at a big serving spoon then pointed her “friend” out to me in the concave shell. ‘Isn’t that funny?’
Yep, yep it is, Mom.