A Perfect Day


Every once in a while someone tells me it’s not really worth spending time with a person who has dementia because they probably won’t remember. My experience yesterday gives the lie to that.

The night before last, Mum phoned from her rest home just after six. She often calls then. Dinner is over and another featureless evening stretches ahead. This time she was particularly low. I managed to cheer her up momentarily by reminding her that the next day was Saturday and that we’d be doing things together, but it didn't help for long.

“Tell me honestly, what do I have to look forward to?” she asked. How do you answer that?

So yesterday morning, when everyone in my house had gone out for the day, I whizzed 'round and scooped her up. Mum was fully clothed but had retreated to her bed. When I asked her why, she said there didn't seem to be anything worth doing.

So we set off for the shops. Mum adores drives. It’s like being at the movies without the stress of following the plot. Recently I’ve noticed that she’s just as happy parked up somewhere that’s busy, watching people going about their lives. So I parked the car, wound down all the windows and left Mum in the sun, happily studying the passersby while I did my errands.

Next we had lunch. Mum seldom complains about rest home meals, but I suspect they're not the greatest. I’ve noticed that she loves anything they don't serve in institutions, like soft-boiled eggs, asparagus, fresh wholegrain bread, or a slice of perfectly ripe pear.

After lunch I suggested we both have a nap. Mum was skeptical, but I persuaded her to lie down for a minute. I’d hardly put the blanket over her before she passed out. She slept for almost two hours and awoke refreshed, ready to take on the garden. So we weeded, potted, and swept and soon it was time for afternoon tea. We sat outside and gazed at the splendid vista of the newly tidied courtyard.

Suddenly Mum had an idea. “We should take photos! Do you have a camera? Some film?” she asked.

“Yes,” I lied and fetched my digital version. I lined up the shots and got Mum to press the button. Then we took turns taking pictures of each other, posing beside the newly planted pots.

At five, I drove Mum home. She was really, really happy. We both were. Mum didn't remember exactly what we’d done, it's true, but she knew she was happy. And that’s the bit that stuck in her memory.

Sarah Jane is a freelance writer/researcher and part-time caregiver for her mother Eleanor* who has dementia and lives at a rest home nearby. Sarah and her mother spend Saturdays enjoying each other’s company, pottering about and having the occasional adventure. Sarah lives in New Zealand where she writes and speaks about dementia-related issues.

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Thank you Sarah Jane.
Wow, I need to do that with my Husband who entered the Dementia Community last Wednesday. Thank you! He must get awful tired being cooped up in one place day after day.
Thank you Sarah Jane for such a beautiful story! It doesn't get much better than spending the day with our moms and dads! I hope that you have many more of those special days, because it's never enough, this I know! I have my memories and love now and forever! Your story touched me and God Bless You for sharing.