Sunday, November 30, 2008

Forever Sunshine

Welcome to my blog, a public diary chronicling the joys and frustrations of writing for a living, and a few points of interest along my life's meandering journey.

I write inspirational stories about relationships that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories in which the reader might find hope, guidance, rekindled affection and a reason to smile.

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Now on to today’s post~

This story did not make the last cut of Mom’s Little Angel, but I want to post it for you as a good example of what is in the final draft of the upcoming book (Feb. 2009):

Ray of Sunshine

Doris, eighty-five years old, had been showing signs of dementia for years. Yet, even though she had forgotten how many grandchildren she had or that she owned a cat, she refused to believe she had memory problems. When it was obvious to her family something needed to be done, Doris’ daughters began to take turns staying with their mother even though she protested that she didn’t need the help.

For Debbie, not having lived in such close quarters with her mother for years and not accustomed to caring for a grown woman who surprisingly needed so much supervision, this living situation became a challenge rather quickly. She missed being with her husband and became exhausted constantly cleaning the house, doing laundry and going grocery shopping for a mother who was often bitter about receiving the help.

Among other things, the women constantly disagreed about the temperature in the house; Doris wanted the heater turned on even though it was mid-summer in San Antonio. She wouldn’t consider wrapping herself in a blanket for warmth and could never understand why her daughter complained about temperature.

Tired of the growing conflict and craving her familiar routines, Debbie wanted to go home but knew she could not leave her mother alone. She needed to be there to make sure Doris ate as well as she should, took the correct medicines at the right times, didn’t wander from the house or burn down the place while trying to cook a meal in the middle of the night.

To make the best of her situation, Debbie made a point each day of finding something in her circumstance to be thankful about. At first it was sleeping in her old bedroom again, and then having a meal in the kitchen at the table where she had sat with her family years ago. There were the quiet hours spent watching television in the living room with a view into the backyard where she had played so many afternoons in days gone by, and of course having all the family photographs nearby to look through once more.

But what Debbie discovered she was most thankful for came in the wee hours of the morning, when Doris had finally tired and would agree it was time to go to bed. For it was then when the sometimes stubborn old woman became the dear loving mother who led Debbie to her old bed, tucked her in and gave her a goodnight kiss before retiring to bed herself.

It was then Doris always remembered to say, “I love you, my little ray of sunshine,” before turning off the light.

Well, I guess that’s enough for today. Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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