This morning, in anticipation and excitement of her grandma (my mom), coming to visit, my five year old Beka tells her great-grandma that Becky is coming for a visit!
I find it amazing that even so young, she has learned to adapt how she communicates with her great-grandma. She hears me talk to her and about my mom and I will reference her by her first name because for me to just say 'my mom' would not be clear to her. So without me explaining that to the kids, they have done the same.
I have talked with the kids about their great-grandma and they understand her situation. They try as best as kids can to communicate with her. But I find myself in the background like a fly on the wall, ready to swoop down and interject at a moments notice.
But today...I sat back..amazed that my five year could communicate so clearly with her.
A journaling of life with Grandma, as she jouneys to the land she knows not...called Alzheimers
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Team Work
A while ago my husband and Grandma had a conversation. Since my husband is hard of hearing and when he takes of his hearing aid...he hears nothing. And my grandma with her Alzheimers has a hard time remembering things or keeping her focus sometimes on what she was saying or doing.
So they came to an agreement...
she would be his ears and he could be her brain!
Sounds like good teamwork to me!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Ode to Grandma
Oh grandma how I love thee...
Let me count thy ways
Let me start witht the three times you have changed your clothes,
before lunch
And only one of them matched..
the one that I picked
The two times you asked me where your glasses are today
and the other five times you said you don't need them anymore
Then there are the ten books by your bed
And the eleven magazines by your chair
And three more books you are reading...but not now
The thirty minutes it takes you to eat half your plate,
boy you must be digesting well
All the pretty necklaces you love to wear,
although some around your neck
And maybe one ends up in your hair
The three times you must tinkle
before we are on our way out the door..sigh
So many stories you have told me from the past
And all of them I have heard at least five times,
I can fill in the blanks when you've lost the words
Oh grandma there are so many ways,
too numerous to share
What can I possibly learn from you?
Maybe to appreciate life day by day
and even minute by minute
And after counting how I love thee,
what does it add up to and what does it mean?
It means that I love you
and I know you need me
But more than that, I need you...
because with all your quirks grandma
you make me smile
and that is a very great thing
And I am not afraid anymore
Let me count thy ways
Let me start witht the three times you have changed your clothes,
before lunch
And only one of them matched..
the one that I picked
The two times you asked me where your glasses are today
and the other five times you said you don't need them anymore
Then there are the ten books by your bed
And the eleven magazines by your chair
And three more books you are reading...but not now
The thirty minutes it takes you to eat half your plate,
boy you must be digesting well
All the pretty necklaces you love to wear,
although some around your neck
And maybe one ends up in your hair
The three times you must tinkle
before we are on our way out the door..sigh
So many stories you have told me from the past
And all of them I have heard at least five times,
I can fill in the blanks when you've lost the words
Oh grandma there are so many ways,
too numerous to share
What can I possibly learn from you?
Maybe to appreciate life day by day
and even minute by minute
And after counting how I love thee,
what does it add up to and what does it mean?
It means that I love you
and I know you need me
But more than that, I need you...
because with all your quirks grandma
you make me smile
and that is a very great thing
And I am not afraid anymore
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