Sunday, January 27, 2013
Are You Really That Busy?
I love these babies, but when they go home, we are exhausted! And we have yet to keep 6-month-old Nathan! As I was leaving the funeral service last week, my piano teacher stopped me and asked if I was still teaching. I'm not sure what she meant by that question, but I told her no, and she began to tell me how hard it is to find substitute pianists for church. She really needs me to help fill in when she needs a break. I told her I was absolutely too busy. She wanted to know what on earth I was doing! I told her I was up to my ears in babies and taking care of Mam-ma Polly, and she said, "Well, you could work up some pieces in your spare time and have them ready!" I tried to tell her that I really don't have "spare time," and she looked at me and asked, "Do you really keep the babies that often?"
I had just dropped Zola off from her two-day stay that morning... in time to go home and shower for the funeral service. Zola stayed two nights and 3 days because her brothers were sick with fever, and her mother wanted her out of the house in an effort to keep her well. I took her home Monday morning, and she promptly ate a handful of dried cereal and threw up in the floor. We were afraid she was getting sick, so on the way to the service, I stopped back by to see if I needed to pick up one of the boys ... or Zola... instead. All were well, and napping. We decided that Zola stuck her fingers too far into her mouth and gagged herself... hence the vomiting. But I never know from one minute to the next when my niece will call for help with the children... or the facility will call with a problem about Mam-ma. And it almost never fails that Mam-ma's problems occur when we have at least one child in our care.
Don't misunderstand... this busy, crazy life is full - and full of joy for the moment. I really am at a comfortable place with my grandmother's care... save the fact that we cannot communicate and there is virtually nothing for us to talk about. I have made peace with taking "busy work" to do while I am with her... or cleaning her apartment and sorting her drawers... or just sitting in the dining hall with her and staring at her smiling face. And I love, love, love these babies and watching them grow and develop. But this is just about all my husband and I have time for these days. And we are 100% okay with that.