I've already written here about the surprisingly wonderful experience of taking Mr. Congeniality here into the dementia and skilled nursing units. I no longer fear the demented elderly--in fact, within weeks of getting Molly, I registered her for the Therapy Dog International Test at the end of July. We've been working hard together so that she can earn her red kerchief, trot through those big wooden doors, and make a senior's empty eyes flash with love.
And do it without knocking over three walkers trying to nab a Milk Dud that rolled under the chair two weeks ago.
I ached for my contact with the residents but really didn't want to just wander around the halls there. Because Life works this way if you keep your eyes open, the nursing home magically put out a request for a volunteer to help with ...ta da...art activities!!
This time, with about a dozen folks who come through the workshop as part of an Adult Day Care program.
At first, I rolled my inner eyes at what seemed like juvenile projects. These are our parents and grandparents, not our children. But the paints, the construction paper and pipe cleaners, and the ribbon attached to paper plate hats are just tools for maintaining--or recovering for maybe just one hour--engagement with the world.
With Mrs. M, when she is talking about how to make tomato sauce or how to outwit bossy daughters who feel they have the right to dress their mothers. With Mrs. J, when she rolls her eyes and spits one husband was more than enough for me, thank you very much or with Mrs B, as she applauds a very fine mate because "he came home every Friday night sober and with a paycheck."
Or holding hands with Mr. C, who can only manage to spend the hour fighting back tears because I miss my children. Even if he cannot remember who they are.
Lest you keep confusing me with Mother Theresa, know that I never actually feel like going there. Wednesdays are my only truly free day and I run through all my excuses so I can stay at home and loosen the rein on my spirit. But I inevitably wind up dragging my butt into the car because I just can't bear the thought that I might miss something...
...something like the day we were making hats like these for the upcoming Tea Party.
"On the ave-e-nue....on Fifth Ave-e-nue.."
And the others joined in.
"In your Easter bonnet,
With all the frills upon it
You'll be the grandest lady
In the Easter Parade."
I couldn't give this up, ever. I will just have to teach Molly how to work a glue stick.