Over the past few days I had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time with my grandma. For those of you who follow our blog, you may have seen a post about her declining health a month or so ago. Just to give you an update on that – she’s still hanging in there. 🙂
For Mother’s Day, I offered to have my grandma stay with us. Generally, my grandma lives with my parents and brothers, about 2.5 hours from where I live. My mom was gracious enough to drive my 80 year old granny up here Sunday afternoon. I ended up taking her home yesterday (Tuesday) because she was getting a little worried about her pets.
She talks a lot, can only hear half of what is said, takes about 30 pills a day, and has to use a cane, walker, or wheel chair to navigate anywhere. She called me several times at work, fell getting out of the shower, and asked me to paint her nails about 12 times before I gave her a full mani and pedi. We worked on a puzzle, with little to no progress, watched Walker Texas Ranger and grilled her wild Hawaiian marlin for dinner.
At the Precipice of her visit I took a step back to reflect on everything she’s done for me. (Or at the very least some of the things I can remember.) I’ve spent countless nights sleeping in her bed, having her take me to McDonald’s for ice cream, getting midnight snacks, and forcing her to watch cartoons. I’ve been a pain in her ass for about 26 years and so now it’s my turn. Anything I wanted I got. Anything I needed she had. Everything I want to be as a grandma is wrapped up in the little package that I call my own.
Pay back can come in a million forms…but mine comes with blue eyes and a sweet smile. She truly is one in a million and I’m thankful for her each and every day. Although her short term memory is fading I know she did have fun and she won’t forget the important parts of our visit together. I’d do every week if I had the time to drive and get her. My parents have given the last 11 years of their lives to care for her and now it’s my turn to give a little of my own.
I know a lot of people have similar experiences with their loved ones. Sometimes they aren’t always pretty but it’s always worth trying to find the good. (Or the great.)