Today I made my bi-monthly visit to my mother, a resident at Lakeland Nursing Home in Jackson, Mississippi.
Each visit is a milestone.
The first time I cut her hair.
The first time she didn't remember her grandchildren.
Her transition from verbally abusive mother to loving, complimentary mother.
I have a memoir which was published in Smith's Six-Word Memoir:
"The Upside of Alzheimer's: new mother."
So, today, I took with me two things to my visit with Mom:
A really delicious chocolate chip cookie from Broadstreet Bakery, and
Specifically, the Bible I received as a gift from my grandmother on Easter, 1959. I was eight years old.
For some reason I thought she might like for me to read to her from the Psalms.
When I got to Psalms 23, she started reciting it from memory as I read, a smile spreading across her face like I haven't seen in years.
She was especially lucid when we got to the verses that said, "He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul."
After one recitation, I handed her the Bible, which she fingered lovingly, and then looked at me and said, "I love you."
I love you, too, Mom.