The Perfection of Losing Our Minds
My mostly healthy 93-year old mom has what doctors call “mild cognitive impairment.” I call it “no more sticky cells for new information.”
Yesterday my brother spent the day with mom and called me more than once to vent his frustration. “She asks me the same question over and over even though I just answered her!” he exclaimed.
I asked, “How is she feeling?” “Great,” he replied.
“I’m really worried about her,” he continued. “I told her ten times how to do what she asked, and it was as though I hadn’t told her once.”
“How are her moods?” I asked. He was quiet for a moment and then said, “I don’t think I’ve seen her this happy since before dad died 18 years ago.”
During the six weeks I spent in Florida this winter, I visited mom every day or two at her retirement center. I must say I haven’t seen her this content ever. She is truly enjoying her every moment.
Some of us spend years – and sometimes a lot of money – seeking a place of blissful presence in our lives. We wish to minimize our focus on past events and on future concerns and “be here now.”
Unbidden, it seems presence found my mother. I marvel at her childlike return to the bliss of being in the moment. My question to you, dear friends, is, “How can we consciously find this delicious presence before it finds us?”
Find us on
- Archived Newsletters
- Blessings in Disguise
- Give and Receive Thanks
- Health & Wellness
- Honor our Choices
- Lighten Up!
- Listen with Heart
- Look Within When I React
- Respect our Differences
- See the Best in Self/Others
- Social Entrepreneurship
- Speak Truth with Compassion