Prayers Answered

Yesterday, Buck and I were up and on the road in separate cars at 8:00. The day had finally arrived to bring Mom back to us; the day that seemed so long in coming, especially for Mom. My thoughts were filled with gratitude for answered prayer, mine and Mom's.

While driving, a recent memory replayed in my mind of Mom giving me a hug goodbye as we left after a Tuesday visit a couple of months earlier and saying, "Maybe one of these days you'll come and take me outta here!" I had cried too many times driving away from visits up until then, so sorrow had morphed into exasperation at her unwillingness to embrace being at Peaceful Harvest--to make the most of this new chapter of her life. I had implored her to try to make friends. "No one talks to me, Donna. How am I supposed to make some friends?" she would say.

My prayer after each visit was for Mom to adjust to being there and to be thankful she was back in the Connecticut River Valley where she had lived her whole life, near her son and his grandkids. It was my brother's turn to be there for our mother. Her prayer always was to be back with me.
It was the traumatic Peaceful Harvest Maine vacation week that tipped the balance in Mom's favor and I resolved to do whatever I could to get her back close to me. She had been so confused about having been invited along with four other residents to go to a small cottage on a lake in Bridgton, Maine, that she grew increasingly agitated and uncooperative. We finally rescued her on Wednesday of that week and drove her back to Charlestown. Crying silently in the back seat all the way back to Charlestown, I knew we had to figure out something else.

As I left Mom at The Wellstone House yesterday afternoon, my heart swelled with gratitude for answered prayer. As a friend recently pointed out, the time at Peaceful Harvest might have helped pave the way for Mom to embrace Wellstone House more readily than if we had moved her directly there from her apartment in our home.

I slept soundly and woke up today with a joyful heart looking forward to picking Mom up for her 11:30 appointment with her old primary care doctor and hopefully get to the bottom of her six-month long skin condition that has left scars on her face and continues to rage into her hairline and scalp.


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