Do you ever drift into a place when being a grown-up seems too much, too hard, too stressful?
Do you ever have those nights as an adult, when you wish that your mother and daddy could tuck you into bed? That they could sit by your bedside until you drifted off to sleep? Maybe even read you a story and sing you into dream land reassuring you that everything would be OK?
Do you ever wish that you could still be a grown-up but have the comforts of being cared for as a child? Just during those times when the grown-up stresses get to be too much?
I do visit those safe places of my childhood but I do not stay there long. If I did, I would have to give up the rights and privileges of adulthood.
Peggy is in a perpetual place of childhood. She lives in a world of being taken care of and told what to do, when to eat and when to go to bed. She has lost the privileges and rights of adulthood.
She sleeps and eats well and seems happy most of the time. She lives in the childhood place of Alzheimer's disease.
Sometimes, when all of the stresses of adulthood get too heavy and seem too much, I wish that I had my momma and daddy close to reassure me that everything will be OK.
I resite in my mind those learned lessons from my parents so long ago as I think about Peggy but........
There is just something about the voice of my mother and the big hands of my father's wrapped around my small hand that always made me believe that everything would be all right.
In the remembered voice of my mother and the remembered touch of my daddy, I can believe everything will be OK with Peggy.
It is in the reassurance that my mother and daddy taught me so long ago that I can feel reassured that Peggy will be OK.
Maybe, not in the way that I want her to be OK but she is OK because she is living in a place where she is cared for and looked after.
I know this because I can feel the reassurance of my youth.
I know that.... somewhere inside of Peggy, mother and daddy are close and I know that...
She feels it too!
I Love You Today, Peggy!