Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Lovestone on Mother's Day

One day while serving, I asked one of the residents if they had any children.  I knew Mother's Day was coming up and wanted to know whose children would be stopping by.  This lady's eyes started tearing up and drops fell down her wrinkly cheeks.  Her lips quivered and she mumbled that she didn't have any.  I told her not to cry that I was just making conversation.  She continued to cry and I told her she could adopt me.  She seemed to be okay with that and I wiped her eyes with her blanket. 

I thought about her all that week.  It was Mother's day on Sunday so I thought what I might take her.  I went to home depot looking for a small potted plant and came home with some African violets.  When I got there that Sunday, I found her in the dining hall just sitting there.  I went up and gave her a hug.  She hugged back.  I told her I wanted to give her something for Mothers' Day.  I gave her the pot and she was so proud.  She tried to smell it but to no avail.  I did have some chocolates for her gave them to her.  You would have thought she hadn't had chocolate in years.  (she probably hadn't especially if she didn't have children) 

I got to wish my own Mother a Happy Mother's day and so grateful for giving me life and contributing in such a profound way to mine, but I also got to gladden the heart of one elder sister that may have not ever had the opportunity to  be thanked for her motherly contributions to the world.

I wish all women would understand that it's not bearing children that make you a mom, but the nurturing footprints on the heart of others that make you truly blessed.

Friday, March 15, 2013

About Miss K

I can't believe I haven't posted in a couple of months.  I have been very busy with school though and am barely taking care of my family.. and ME.   

The class of Anatomy and Physiology has been very intersesting.  I'm learning about different muscles in the body and how various muscles around the mouth are used for swallowing.  It's amazing to me the complexity of the human body and how anyone can even question the creation and life of humans.   There is in fact a God. 

The classes on Aging focus on the primary and secondary aspects of aging.  We all age.  Let's face it.  Some of us do so better than others and I for one hope I get to "age" as well as my grandparents.  They are in their 90's.  Grandpa turns 97 this Saturday!  For the most part, the difficulties they face are aspects of Primary aging.  That means that it's normal aging for folks their age.  you know... wrinkles, blurriness of vision, Presbycusis (age related hearing loss), and gray hair.  They have had  very little secondary aging affects,  although they have had a few: heart attack, cancer, and stroke.  They've pretty much come through with flying colors. 

In these classes on aging, we are assigned to work (volunteer) in a skilled nursing facility and communicated with elderly. We are to observe and learn objectives that will help determine how we deal with the elderly in our professions. 

In the nursing facility I work with, there are many elderly that I have begun to love.  I will tell you about a couple of them but only if I change the names of the individuals and don't mention the facility I work with. 

Miss K and Miss L are two lovely ladies.  They are best friends.  Miss K is bigger than petite Miss L, but she takes care of Miss L and doesn't leave her side.  I often find Miss K has saved a piece of candy in her pocket for miss L and will pull it out at random times for her and even keep kleenex on hand in case Miss L might need it.  Miss K is so loyal, she took a very used snotty kleenex and took it from her and put it in her own pocket. 
One day, Miss K was sitting in the hall watching a film and I wheeled another lady, Miss B up right beside her.  Miss B wasn't responding to Miss K's efforts to say hello.  Why?  She has dementia.  Miss K just patted her hand and said, "Put a smile on your face. You're just a spring chick. It's gonna be okay". ~

I love this job... even if I'm not getting paid. 

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Having courage

Heading back to school in a few days.  
Supposedly John Wayne made a quote about courage.  Not sure he said it, but still sums up my current thoughts: 

"Courage is being scared to death ... and saddling up anyway."