Ive bought my Mum
An armchair exercise bike which she can use for her arms and legs.
A stress ball (not sure who will use that most - her or me) so she can exercise her fingers.
My daughter has bought her a cushion muffler - hmm have I said something rude here I wonder - it is a cushion that you can put your hands inside to keeps warm
We have bought the usual toiletries and lotions and creams for her arms and legs
A lovely fleecy blanket with feet so her feet can stay warm - her extremities get so cold these days even though she doesn't notice it
Still looking for ideas for people who keep asking me what does she want ....so come on all ideas welcome. I have to say it makes me smile that so many want to buy her presents yet none come and visit
I’ve decided to use greens from my garden to make a few wreaths and decorate a 3 tiered planter sitting on my father’s front porch. Arborvitae and junipers will be the base, or perhaps some downed pine branches if I can find some in local parks. I’ll add some pine cones, perhaps false sprays of red berries as I have none in my garden, and maybe a few miniature American flags.
For the inside, I’ll use a tabletop artificial tree, nestled in a piece of white cotton batting (snow which doesn’t need to be shoveled!) and smothered with small empty boxes from vitamins and candy wrapped in Christmas paper.
I’ve found that boxes for aspirin, nasal drops, and especially Junior Mints make the perfect sizes for small tabletop “presents”. Only problem is someone has to eat all those Junior Mints so the boxes can be used. Me? Well, I guess I could forc myself to eat some delicious, refreshing chocolate mints, all in the name of Christmas!
For the military families here:
A book titled “A Higher Call”. A friend gave a copy to my father, who flew in B-29s during WWII. The book relates stories of German pilots who helped escort damaged American planes to safety instead of shooting them down.
The thought of two different nations of men, especially one the aggressor, triumphing over their leader’s bitter mandates of destruction to fall back on their own human kindness to extend comfort and assistance in escape to the “enemy” during wartime brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.
I thought of this yesterday when I heard that old Snoopy song about his alleged encounter with the Red Baron, who in the song ended up shouting holiday greetings to Snoopy (in his imaginary plane sitting on top of his dog house) instead of shooting him down.
For others who’s made the suggestions of gift certificates, a calendar with bill due dates, and really practical things, I’ve added those to my small list. They’re practical, but with an older person, probably far more valuable than gold or silver (not that I could afford that anyway).
d1o2l3p4h5i6n7, I think you are a philosopher! Your post is very poetic, very touching.
I will go have lunch with her, then lay down with her for her nap. I love it. Once she falls asleep, and I either snooze a tad, or don't, I then leave quietly. I also feel funny about that cuz we didn't say goodbye, and the thought of her dying suddenly without us saying goodbye reminds me to hug her before she falls asleep and to tell her I love her.
I will go have lunch with her privately in a small tv room in the NH, and use the computer there to turn on Pandora music of our choice while we eat. After eating, I will show her photos of family (from Facebook - special family page) on the nice large screen. She loves that.
She won't go outside anymore for the cold, so I will sometimes go with her into the communal living room and sit with her while they do Karaoke and sing along. She loves music.
I appreciate very much the photo fleece blanket from Walmart idea... will try to do one for Christmas. I already brought her fleece blanket from home to the NH, but it gets lost unless I press for them to find it and bring it back.
That's all folks... Merry Merry Christmas.
In this world of uncertainty and worry...especially what's happening in the news today...
Just being there...giving them a safe place to live out their lives, can be all they need.
Other suggestions....read them the morning newspaper,help them write emails or letters for them,collect their meds for them,make their bed, cook them their favorite foods,wash their clothes,decorate their home for the holidays....and this list is endless.All I'm saying is...the best thing you can give them is LOVE,because one day they will be gone and all you will have is their memory.
So pick up your phone and say.."Hi,mom and dad,it is good to hear your voice and I love you"!
And for all the readers,reading this message...Happy Holidays and have a loving 2016! M : )
My regifting story: At my wedding shower 34 years ago, one of my Great Aunts gave me one of those electric hamburger cookers (something popular in the 1970's) and she, too, left the original gift tag in it from her grandchild. "Merry Christmas, Aunt Vinnie!" it said. She never realized she left it in there and I never mentioned it to her. I just laughed about it when I got home and promptly and graciously thanked her for her lovely "gift". LOL
ohJude, I'm assuming you're from the UK as you refer to your Mom as "Mum" (lovely, by the way) and you talk about bombing in the war. Thanks for your response. When a person reaches 93 years of age, I think you will find that any given day is a "new day" ups and downs. My mother-in-law is almost 90 and some days she is totally "with it" and some days she's talking nuts. I think that once the true deep dementia sets in, she will "settle down". I've noticed this with my mother-in-law. She is slowing down more and more. I know she's confused and some days she just tells me that "it's so hard to die". It is a process that we will all eventually face and each time I see her and my own 86-year old dementia laden Mom, I truly try to be as compassionate as I can, talking with them gently and easing their fears. Sigh....
oh Jude, that's terrible, that your Mum has donated so much to that church, yet receives next to nothing in return. Perhaps you should stop sending out her mail to them, and then see if that peeks their interest? Hmmm, sorry, that wasn't very Christian of me, now was it but really?
I get through her potions and lotions at an alarming rate. As I have said before I massage her whole body every day, she has a foot spa every night. It soon whittles down the stash that people give us...so much so she has actually asked for them this year but as I told people don't buy the cheap stuff just because she won't know the difference ...I will know the difference and my memory aint short! I might add I said that to someone I know is an utter scrooge. last year she gave Mum bath salts - we haven't a bath in our house and when I looked at the pack which did look old it said 1/10 now that won't mean much to you but in your money thats about 13 cents. We haven't used that style of currency since 15 February 1971 and I thought my Mum hoarded!
Now I've trained my brother (who lives with her) to do the check writing/register as I'm not over there every day. She only has 3 or 4 utility bills to pay a month but she insists on paying them the day they come in the mail. So unless I know/remember what day the bills come, I'd have to be over there daily and I just mentally cannot do it. So I periodically reconcile the bank statements to the checkbook register and so far, so good. This also gives my brother the practice in writing checks because that's what he's going to be doing once our mother passes and he has to move into a senior apartment (she wants the house sold) and finally become responsible for himself.
She's been a major control freak all her life and me and my sister managed to get married and out of the house, but my brother? Nada. He's lived at home all his life and my parents always told him all his life (he's now 65 years old) how he couldn't do things right, so he proved them right and didn't do anything for himself. My 86-year old mother is STILL doing his laundry! I don't know what he's going to do when she's gone -- live in his own filth? I've told him you have GOT to learn how to do your own laundry, clean a house properly, etc. etc. They have a cleaning service come in twice a month because he can't/won't be bothered to push a vacuum cleaner around the house or mop the kitchen floor or clean a bathroom. He's never scrubbed out a sink, cleaned a toilet or dusted a shelf. Good Lord. He is in for a rude awakening.
I've given her all the lotions, potions, foot cream, sweaters, clothes, etc. etc. The sad truth is that she doesn't even use them. She wears the same 3 or 4 old outfits all the time. She is the queen of mail order catalogs. Her house is stuffed with "stuff" that my brother and sister and I have given her over the years. It's bordering on hoarding, really. I've begged her to let me donate some of this "stuff" but she cries like a stuck pig at the mere suggestion of giving her "good" stuff away. Yeesh.
If you can believe it -- my brother actually gave my mother one of those countertop NuWave air ovens a couple of years ago for Christmas. I mean, WHAT was he thinking???? She hasn't cooked in at least 15 years and HE certainly doesn't cook!! She can't even operate a push button microwave oven! So there it sits --- still in the box brand new --- on the floor in the living room. Three years -- THREE YEARS on the living room floor stored in a corner. Never moved.
So now every year I get my Mom a gift certificate to the hairdressers to get her hair done. Also, I strongly suggest to our small family to get her SMALL gift certificate amounts to places (restaurants) where she likes to eat (my brother has been taking her out to eat because he can't/won't and has never cooked for himself all his life). I suggest several SMALL amounts because let's face it, she just doesn't eat alot anymore.
Those type of gift certificates are really the only practical thing to spend our hard earned money on anymore. She/they have to eat and at least I know she'll use these gift certificates (she still goes once a month to get her hair done -- wish it was weekly).
I've adopted the motto of "enough stuff" going forward in my life. I am looking at my elderly in-laws and my Mom's houses that they've lived in for more than 50 years. They are stuffed to the rafters with crap -- stuff that they just won't get rid of just "in case" they may someday need it. I realize it's just that generation's way of life (they were born during the Depression) when you just didn't throw anything away. I cringe at the thought of having to clean out these homes when they pass. It will be a monumental job!
During the past 8 years since my Dad died, my Mom has been ordering useless "crap" from catalogs (Miles Kimbell, Walter Drake, etc.) and the stuff is STILL in their original packaging. Or she insists my brother drive her to the Dollar Store to pick up a few things (more crap). It's endless. Thankfully (and sadly), as her reasoning/cognition/mobility is getting worse, she can't fill out the order forms and mail them in or go out "shopping" as frequently. So the influx of crap into the house is slowing down some.
Now the mailman brings 2 or 3 mail order catalogs daily. My brother lives with our Mom and he retrieves the mail from the mailbox. I wish he would just throw away the catalogs before she ever sees them, but he's been a "mama's boy" all his life and dutifully brings her the mail every day. Now I go over there and there is literally a foot high pile of newspapers and catalogs piled next to her on the sofa -- catalogs she's yet to look through.
"Mom, can we get rid of SOME of these catalogs? You have many duplicate copies of them. Can we recycle these?" NOOOOOOO, she screams. Don't throw out MY stuff. It's so sad really. Those catalogs are all she has left to link her to the "outside world". Her world is sitting all day, watching TV, possibly going out to eat occasionally (lots of times she's eating TV dinners).
I don't want to live to be 90. It's depressing to think about how small your world will get.