This week has been a little tough because Pat is fighting off a cold she got from her daughter's last weekend. It's made it tough on all of us because she is worse than a little kid at times. She has just felt icky and tired.
I gave her her bath this morning, 3 days later than normal, because I know she hasn't felt up to it. Or maybe because I know how much harder it will be for me with her feeling this way. Either way, we prolonged it.
After her bath, I picked her hair for her. This is something I have started doing lately because she only pretends to lift her hair. If I don't do it, her hair is matted and she looks pathetic, for lack of a better word.
Anyway, today I picked out her hair and she pointed out that when she smiles the side of her face is all wrinkly. It occurred to me, in that instant, that just because you get older or have Alzheimer's, you don't stop caring about your appearance. You still want to look the best you can.
Starting today, I am going to take more time on lifting her hair, helping her with jewelry and clothese selections. It's not just about making sure she is cared for... provided for.
It's about holding on to her dignity.