My sister and her son drove up from the south for Christmas, especially to see Grandma.
The wheelchair collection provided plenty of entertainment.
Before they arrived, I was concerned because Mom’s status is so wildly uncertain. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head:
Will she get out of bed? be able to talk? make sense? Will she have more scary delusions and get agitated? Might she swear at her grandson for no reason like she did this summer when she didn’t recognize him?
When you only have one grandkid who happens to be long-distance, and he only has one grandparent that he’s ever known, the pressure’s on more than usual.
My sister and her son arrived two days early, (so I thought) when I was still considering preparing a room where they could sleep, wondering how long it would take to clean up the tornado in the kitchen, and if I would shower at all that day.
Turned out that I’d misunderstood their plans. I’d also forgotten to pick up Mom’s gifts for them as promised.
Plenty of other things went unexpectedly, but thankfully we had all agreed ahead of time to make no concrete plans for our visit and to try to harbor no expectations – we would go with the flow according to what each day looked like with Mom.
As it ended up, Mom was at her best all week. Although she wasn’t feeling like venturing out of her facility, we spent lots of time there with her. We lugged in crockpots, toaster ovens, CD players, all kinds of contraptions to turn her room into holiday central.
We all got a little kooky and edgy being cooped up in that environment for long chunks of time four days in a row, but somehow it all worked to be the best it could be. I’m so glad they all got some high quality time together after a heartbreakingly difficult visit earlier this year when Mom was in the hospital and didn’t recognize them at all.
Mom had an extra wide smile whenever her grandson was in the room:
She had her good sense of humor intact when the boys got wild:
and wilder as the day went on……
We all had our less than ideal moments, but this is how each day’s visit ended: