I feel like I’ve been neglecting you. Sorry about that.
But I’ve been preoccupied with work … and with my grandma, who is almost 92. She fell down twice this week and is feeling sort of “mixed up,” as Babycakes described it after visiting her last night. She isn’t hurt badly; just sore and a little disoriented.
We came to a decision — mutually, with Grandma — that it was time for her to move into the assisted-living side of the senior living complex now. We got her moved immediately to a temporary room on that side of the building, so she can get more help during the day. And any day now, we’ll be hauling all the rest of her goods over to her new apartment and getting her situated there.
It’s been hard on Grandma.
But it’s been draining for my mom. She’s my grandma’s only child who lives in the area, so the burden is completely on her. My sister, cousin and I have tried to help, but it’s mainly on my mom’s shoulders, and that’s hard.
She’s taking care of all of it beautifully, while still seamlessly working full-time. I know she feels torn, wishing she had more time in the day to deal with it all, but I think she’s balancing it all and handling things like a pro.
Meanwhile, I’ve been trying to gently explain to Babycakes — whose auto-biography should be called “101 Ways to Ask, `Why?’ ” — what’s happening with Grandma.
I told her that Grandma needs a little extra help, so we are moving her into a new apartment where people can help her more. She asked, “Why?”
So, I explained that Grandma had fallen down and needed more help.
“Why did she fall down?” she asked.
“Well, remember our book, `Love you Forever?’ ” I said. “Remember how the mom gets older and older, until she’s very old and sick? And how her little boy rocks her in the chair and takes care of her?
“That’s what’s happening to Grandma,” I said. “She is getting older, and her body isn’t working as well as it used to, so she needs us to love her and help her more.”
Her reply: “OK.”
So, when we went to visit Grandma last night, guess who ran over and threw her little arms around her in a big hug? Yep.
She jumped up to help Grandma change her shoes, and then tucked the extra pair under her bed. She helped tuck Grandma into bed before we left, and praised my own mom for ” being so nice” to help with the covers.
When we asked Grandma which lights she wanted on when we left, Babycakes put her little hands on her hips and said, “Yeah, Grandma. Because when we leave, it might be dark in here.”
Always thinking, that girl.