Nighttime Routines

I just kissed my mom goodnight. She is settled in her room at the hospice, and is very comfortable and doesn’t have much pain. She has very good care. My sister is sleeping in a small family room which is attached to Mom’s room tonight. It is so much more comfortable than the hospital.

When I was a little girl, our nighttime routine included Mom and Dad reading stories. I still remember Mom sitting on the floor with my sister and me one night, her mouth packed with gauze. My dad had to read the books that night because my mom couldn’t talk very well. She had just had her wisdom teeth removed.

My mom also gave my sister and me a small glass of milk right before we went to bed. She and my dad thought this was a great idea, you know, the calcium being good for your teeth, until they found out drinking milk right at bedtime could cause cavities.

Singing was another important part of bedtime. I sing songs to Lily and Emmy that Mom sang to us.

This song is one of Emmy’s favorites:

A great grey elephant;
A little, yellow bee;
A tiny purple violet;
A tall green tree;
A red and white sailboat on a blue sea;
All these things you gave to me,
When you made my eyes to see.
All these things you gave to me.
Thank you, God!

The clock at my parents’ house is chiming 10:00 p.m.; I was able to spend a lot of the day with Mom while my cousin took the girls for the day. I can’t believe I’m about to type this, but it was a good day.

We’re just taking it one day at a time.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

2 Replies to “Nighttime Routines”

  1. I am so happy that you are able to spend this precious time with your Mother. I am so sorry for the circumstances. ((HUGS))

  2. I am in tears for you. I'm so grateful for the good memories…so heart broken for the pain you are going through…

Leave a Reply to Just Breathe Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

CommentLuv badge

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d