Mom doesn’t remember things tomorrow anymore. Tonight I laid next to her in bed for a while, watching Dances with Wolves, one of her favorite movies. We struggled a bit with the subtitles but she was enjoying herself. She thanked me for hanging out.
And then she looked over and said, I won’t remember this tomorrow. Mom is right of course. She won’t.
I think about that when I make time to do happy or fun things with Mom. Does it matter when she will not remember? Who am I doing it for? Does it matter that I make time to have quality time with her with a certain frequency, or does it not matter as much when you forget the next day?
Regardless of whether she remembers the next day, I make time. Connecting with Mom and making her laugh is a regular priority for me. I cannot make the time as often as I might like to lie around making silly jokes about a movie together, but I also know that these memories matter to me. And in the moment, I know it matters to Mom.