I am currently renting a house and am moving in a couple of months to be closer to work and to the kids’ schools. Moving is never fun. However, it is a great time to declutter and decide what you really want.
With everything going on in my life, I am busy beyond belief and I don’t even have a chance to breathe. I am NOT a person who asks for help nor do I easily accept help. However, the other day, my mom caught me at a soft moment and I accepted her help. She offered to come over on Saturday and help me organize and pack. I was surprised that when by Saturday I was still willing to accept the help.
Saturday morning, my mom text me and asked me if it was ok if she brought my grandmother. My grandmother is 88 and going downhill. She lives in an assistant living center. She is not very functional. My mom has been spending a lot of time with her and will occasionally bring her by my home.
In her advancing age, she has gone downhill mentally. She has to be reminded fairly regularly who everyone is. She knows my mom and my uncle. She remembers who I am most of the time. I now love being around her as she tells me how pretty and sweet I am (I think I like people with dimentia) and how well behaved my kids are. She is a much softer and kinder person than she used to be.
When she came over on Saturday, I had a hat sitting on the counter that I had made for Kelton’s frog report. She pointed to it, so I put it on her head. She smiled and my mom laughed and we had fun. Grandma seemed to get a kick out of it, so I went in search of more fun things for her to try.
Sometimes she surprises me with how much fun she can be.
My mom has really stepped up and takes amazing care of her mom. She visits her every day. She takes her to Relief Society. She takes her on outings. She washes her hair and dresses her up for holidays.
They are really good sports with each other. It was a very sweet and tender moment to watch these two interact.