June 4, 2014
Mother sings all the time—walking around the halls, sitting in her room, greeting everyone on the floor. Until today though, I hadn’t realized how thoroughly Mom’s routine has permeated the rhythm of life in Assisted Living.
Mom and I enter the elevator to find four of her care-givers. They all immediately burst into Mom’s song, Winter Wonderland. Laughing, Your mother is always smiling.
We walk down the hall singing. At each nurse’s station, the staff joins in—harmony in relay.
Mom switches to Oh, What a Beautiful Morning. Everyone is singing. Everyone is laughing.
We return to her room—humming.
At night, Mom prowls the halls—singing and smiling.
The night staff joins her.