Sunday, March 24, 2013
Today I went to a brunch at the Assisted Living Memory Care where my Mother resides. I really don't want to go into what I ended up putting on my plate....but I did try to stay half way within my parameters. It was a pleasant family day for the residents and my Mom had a good time. I did add all the things I know my Mom likes on her plate, including her favorites for dessert. It really doesn't matter that she ate "bad" things because they give her pleasure, a moment of pleasure in the world of dementia. My Mother has always been blessed with being slim or just about perfect. Even if she was a little overweight I would have still given her the favorites because sometime in life it just does not matter anymore. Why should I hold back those favorites for her, so that she can enjoy her figure while losing her identity?
So, yes I had a little indulgences with my Mom and I will not feel guilty about it. I know that I need to lose weight for health but I must remember that life is fleeting and never to indulge again would be a travesty. If I knew that my memory was leaving me would I still deny myself? Probably not...because longevity would not be a blessing anymore. I would play, experience all the life I could, including trying things I had never tried.
However, I still want to experience many things and to do so I must be healthy, which includes eating right most of the time. I am hoping for healthy, eventful life and must care for this body of mine. Yet, I will not always deny myself either. I am just at a different place in life than my Mom.
Today I found out that one of the ladies at the Memory Care had passed away. She was one of my favorites, a small little lady named Irma. She had no children, her husband had passed away, and was far away for any old friends. Although she did not talk much and could not remember most things, she sang a full Italian song that my husband played for her while we ate with her one day. She then smiled with tears in her eyes. That was a special meal for her that day. I dearly hope that Irma ate some decadent meal listening to music again before she died. We all deserve those fleeting moments of pure pleasure.