I had a breather with beautiful surprises!
There is nothing more depressing than walking through a dark tunnel and not being able to see the end of it…Thank God then for those little sky openings on the way where rays of sunshine pierce through here and there and give me a taste of what is waiting and reassuring me that the light is still out there.
Yesterday was one of these days. It was also a special day numerologically 22.11. Two master numbers with one of my favourite number. It was Sunday and it was finally the day to go and visit my mother.
My sister arrived on Saturday and I finally had my first human touch in weeks with a big hug with her. That felt good! It was also nice to chat away like old times. We revisited some childhood memories, ranted about the world situation and how desperate we were for all the truths to come out and for people to wake up so we could all get on with building this better version of Earth.
Then the anticipated moment had come…As we were driving to see mum, I was a mixed of eager and worried. Every day since our last visit, I had prepared mum for today, reminding her that we had been very sad in our last visit not to be able to make much of a connection with her. We had thought of the possibility that maybe her visual range did not allow her to see pass a certain perimeter around her and since we were behind those huge tables that separated us last time, I decided to wear a vivid red jumper and I had a flashy orange scarf that I was ready to wave about while my sister and I would sing and dance loudly to attract her attention. That was the plan worst come to worst…
When we got to the “special” visit room of the rehab centre, we could see her behind the glass doors. She had already spotted us and that already made us so joyful and reassured us so much! We went through the Covid control outside (filling waivers, having our temperature taken, masks checked and compulsory sanitisation of our hands) and finally the door opened…My sister and I were so happy, we sang an old song that mum used to sing with us as we would kind of dance on the road while doing our walk in nature. That made her smile. We brought her more birthday cards that had arrived late in the post. She seemed happy about it. She did try to speak and ended up saying the same two or three words with the exception of a new syllable. It is clear that the speech therapist is working with her through the different pronunciation of the letters of the alphabet.
I brought out my joke book and shared a few stories with her. She got them and laughed. The guardian was so happy that we had brought some sunshine and joy in her day – as she could hear everything- that she decided to give us a bit more intimacy. She closed the door so that we were alone and she allowed us to come closer to her without still having physical contact – which was still very, very hard.
I did have a little touch of my mum though. At some point, she started pulling on her pants. I looked underneath he table and saw that one leg was showing and maybe she was feeling cold and was trying to arrange that. I sneaked under the table on all fours and reached out to adjust her sock and the pants. That was my small opportunity to touch her leg, give her a little friendly squeeze. Better than nothing.
Time went by super fast once again and when the nurse came back she announced that now we could also arrange Skype visit during the week as the centre had a tablet at the disposal of the patients! Why didn’t they say that earlier! Never mind, my sister and I were beaming with joy at the news!
Mum waved at us, we waved back sending her kisses and she was gone again…
I felt so much better than last week. My heart was rejoiced this day. Connecting with mum and seeing my sister, being able to have human touch and a chat. This is exactly what I need!
Thank you sister, thank you mum, thank you beautiful day which I did not know was about to bring me even more surprises!
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