Some of the cousins did spend quite a bit of time visiting with my grandmother, and she thoroughly enjoyed listening to their stories. Since she can hardly get out a sentence these days, she likes for us to gather and visit in her presence. She can soak in what we are saying... and every once in a while, she gestures, smiles, or interjects a word or two. But mostly, she sits and smiles and enjoys our company.
Lately, my visits to see Mam-ma have centered around rearranging her closet and taking my latest sewing project to share with her. The latter seems to be the one thing that truly energizes her these days... the "common thread" (no pun intended) that we can share and enjoy. My grandmother was an amazing seamstress, and I still marvel at her tailoring skills and the ability to create tiny clothes for our Barbies - by hand! But she is impressed with the work I am doing, and she obviously takes great pride in my accomplishment.
|Five pair of shorts, two onesies and matching pants,|
one dress, one appliqued tank, and a burp pad... all in
coordinating prints of Groovy Guitars, Urban Zoologie, and more!
|Darling Diva outfit created from ladies cardigan sweater|
in animal print. Note the beading detail on the pants hem
and the little jacket pocket! This was really fun to create!
|Orange dream created from ladies beaded knit top.|
|Baby bolero jacket created from vintage embroidered |
dresser scarf with crochet lace trim. I love repurposing old linens!
|Our little friend Ada Jane models her fake fur zebra print |
bolero shrug jacket! Is she a darling diva or what?!
Sewing has taken up much of my spare time in recent weeks. It keeps my mind off of how much we miss Timothy and gives me a positive focus. I've made dresses, shorts, burp pads, appliqued onesies, and even a fake fur jacket for the little friends, nieces, nephews and cousins in our family. I've even made matching clothes for an American Girl doll! The children all enjoy their one-of-a-kind clothes, and the moms are beyond thrilled. I know that the day will come soon enough when these little ones are teens who wouldn't be caught dead in one of my creations. But for now, they love their new duds... and I get such a kick out of creating them!
A couple of weeks ago, my husband's brother and sister-in-law visited for the day. Over lunch, my sister-in-law reported the latest news about her 95-year-old mother, who fell in November and broke her arm in two places. She required surgery, a lengthy hospital stay, and rehab at a local skilled care nursing facility. Each week since mid-November, my brother-in-law and his wife have traveled some 3+ hours to spend several days attending to the needs and business of this woman. Usually they would go on Thursday and return home on Sunday. Some weeks, my sister-in-law has stayed longer, as needed.
March 31st signaled the end of Medicare coverage for my sister-in-law's mother. She had the choice to continue her stay at the skilled care nursing facility and pay out-of-pocket. She could also move to an assisted living facility. Or she could go home and have continual care. Of course, she opted for Door #3. My sister-in-law had toured a local ALF and loved it. She hoped her mom would, also. She did not. She found all sorts of reasons to derail a move there... she had to take her own furniture (not a problem, she was assured). She would have to change therapists (also not a problem - she won't have therapists at home!) People would not come to visit her as often (the visits have already dropped to a trickle).
Every excuse she thought of was readily addressed, but she still insisted she wanted to go home. Weary of the argument, my sister-in-law told her, "Fine... then make it work." She left her mother to her own devices. Her mother arranged for part-time in-home care. She has severe macular degeneration and cannot see, but she refused Meals on Wheels, insisting she will cook for herself. Doctors and therapists determined that she was better walking unassisted than trying to use a walker, because she could not see to maneuver it... and her arm, weakened from the fall and surgery, would not adequately support her weight.
A few days before she was to leave the nursing home rehab, this woman fell in her room and sprained her ankle. My sister-in-law thought this might get the wheels back on the bus for going to an ALF. It did not. So this weekend, she and my brother-in-law moved her mother home... and then they returned to their home. In essence, my sister-in-law has said, "Sink or swim."
While I cringe at the thought of this, I get it. I remember the week before my grandmother moved into her apartment at the ALF and we argued over a folded envelope she had wedged behind a wireless doorbell apparatus plugged into the wall receptacle. She insisted it was not a fire hazard... I insisted it was. In frustration, I finally said, "Fine... if you burn yourself and this house down before you move next week, so be it!" Then when she was not looking, I removed the envelope. I don't know if my sister-in-law will get the opportunity for such an action or not... but I know she will take it if she has a chance.
We do this often with our children... we try to protect them as much as possible... tell them "don't touch that hot object" ... or "you won't like the taste of that!" But sometimes, they have to discover these things for themselves. The tricky part is allowing them to sometimes sink a little...without drowning! This is an extremely slippery slope with both age groups, and often we have to pray hard and trust God to protect our "little ones" of all ages.
My grandmother and I have come a long way on this journey, but we still have some "sink or swim" moments. She fell again recently... hit her neck on the edge of her night-stand. She admits she stood too quickly and lost her balance... and her walker was across the room. She explains that she uses the night stand and her bed as braces as she inches along the floor toward her walker, which she leaves parked across the room beside her television. Efforts to get her to pull her walker over beside her chair are futile.
Also fruitless was my attempt to get her to remember to count to five before taking a step. I reminded her that this was "the doctor's order." When she stood, I chided, "Count to five... count to five... Mam-ma, STOP and count to five!" Three or four steps later, she stopped and stared at me like I was from Mars. I realized I had just wasted my breath... and I've not reminded her again to "count to five." I know she will probably stand again, take off without letting her blood pressure regulate, and fall. And I am prepared to deal with any resulting injuries. She will either sink or swim... and I probably won't be there to rescue her if something goes wrong. Making peace with this has also been a journey... and a huge lesson in patience, surrender... and faith.
I applaud the determination of the human spirit to become independent - as with children... and to keep that independence when we age. The challenge for those of us in the middle is to learn to handle the bumps, bruises, and disasters that ensue. For this, I pray for strength and courage for each of us.
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