Mom asked to phone her children. I helped her call my brother then both sisters. When she was finally hanging up, she said help me dial my other daughter, and said my name. In that moment, I was loved like her daughter again. no other group would understand that moment. Most might see it as a sad effect of dementia - looking to call the person standing right in front of her. To me, it was a gift. In her heart, she loves me as her daughter, though I am her caregiver too. I hugged her tight.
Wishing each of you to receive an extra dose of love and joy this Christmas.
Your attitude is what I'm trying to learn. Thank you so much for sharing.
Margaret