At the same time, I was struck by the similarities between him and my grandmother. The only difference is the scale. Timmy is now potty trained. He uses a little "Thomas the Train" adaptor seat that perches atop the regular toilet seat - much like the "potty chair" apparatus that sits over Mam-ma's toilet and provides her with a higher perch and arm rails. Timothy still has trouble understanding a few things - and often there is no reasoning with him... just as it is with Mam-ma.
You can tell Timothy to stop doing something, and in his little 3-year-old mind, it doesn't compute. You can tell Mam-ma to stop hollering or rattling her bed rails, and she just looks at you with a glazed look, then starts to holler and rattle. Timmy spits out foods he doesn't like... so does Mam-ma. Timmy frequently asks "Why?" Mam-ma does, too... as in, "I don't know WHY I can't walk."
We took Timothy to see Mam-ma... I think it confused her, although she seemed happy to see him. All she could say was, "I tell you what!" and once she said, "He's so cute." Finally, Timmy raised his hands as if he were confused and said, "TELL ME what, Mam-ma!" She didn't get it. I suggested that Greg take Timmy to see the fish tank in the dining room, and he did. Thankfully he was with me... it would have been a real challenge to manage Timmy and Mam-ma by myself!
Honestly, I don't feel I have been nearly as patient with my grandmother in recent weeks as I should... and maybe that was due in part to the stress of caring for her AND my nephew. I think moreso, it's the culmination of weeks and months and years of continual stress and "wrinkles" and challenges. We are all just a tad weary - and none of us more than my grandmother.
So life continues... with all of its similarities - AND changes...and so do we!