Mom Lala 2023 03 01


Mom enjoys singing. It doesn't matter if she is alone in her bed, in the shower with a caregiver, or sitting out in her big green chair. She loves it best we join her in whatever song she is singing in the moment. It doesn't matter if we know the words. It doesn't matter if we start and end together. What matters is that we are singing together.

The rule in the morning is that Adele relaxes in her crate until the caregiver has departed for the day. She curls up and waits patiently, listening for the click of the gate so she can alert me that the caregiver has arrived.

It is amazing how a simple song first thing in the morning can change the feeling of the day ahead.

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