This past Monday I made my third trip to Grand Rapids in two weeks. I sat at my mother’s bedside in the hospital through the day and through the night. She has dementia and the hospital stay was traumatic and disorienting. I am thankful that she has been released from the hospital and is back at the nursing home. Questions remain about whether her condition will stabilize.
She was encouraged by the presence of my sisters and me. I was glad to pray and sing for her. Driving home I enjoyed seeing the beginning of fall colors along Michigan highways.
It is hard to deal with end of life issues. I am mentally and emotionally exhausted. When I arrived home I noticed the zinnias along the front walkway. They are continuing to bloom and have a certain majesty.
Beauty of creation and sorrow of approaching death. This is a great mystery that can only be resolved by God’s promises.
Then last night I sat on the floor with my 10-month-old grandson. He crawled around the family room eager to examine every item available to his touch. (Toys were not his first choice.)
I was delighted when he crawled over to me and smiled. As he tried to vocalize sounds I repeated what I heard. This brought joyful giggles. We were communicating and he was thrilled.
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It is Friday and time to join the writing community. Kate Motaung gives a prompt and for five minutes we write fast and free. Today’s prompt is: PLAY
God’s design for the family is good. Different generations come together.
I am blessed to be a grandmother. I am able to play with the grandchildren with a freedom that I didn’t have as a mom.
On the fourth of July the family was together—two sets of grandparents, my daughter and son-in-law, six children. The three-year-old grandson pulled me aside, away from his older sisters. He held up a box of crazy eight cards and said, “Will you play with me?”
So before our holiday supper he and I played our own version of crazy eights. He was satisfied, and our relationship grew a little.
Sometimes the grandchildren ask me to play hide and seek. Can you imagine grandma hiding behind a tree?
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Every Friday the FMF community writes for five minutes on a prompt given by Kate Motaung. Sometimes the first five minutes of writing stimulates more thought, and I continue on . . . Today’s prompt is: VISIT
Today my three-year-old granddaughter came to visit. She had just arrived when she showed me a book she had been looking at. It had fairy houses. “Grandma, will you help me make a fairy house?”
I didn’t know what to say at first. Then I suggested that we walk around the backyard. This sweet little girl began pointing out flowers and we picked a few. We talked and she stimulated my imagination. I collected a couple large pieces of bark—she was delighted to see a couple roly-poly bugs (also known as pill bugs) on the bark. She played with the bugs as I propped the bark over an empty little plant container.
Then her imagination took over, and as I handed her leaves and pieces of vine, she continued to build the “fairy house”.
It was a special time. We talked about the wonderful variety in God’s creation.//
We looked at the currant bushes with abundant green berries. We picked a gooseberry, not quite ripe but pretty to look at.
My granddaughter pointed out a yellow flower that had grown volunteer, maybe a calendula.
It is truly a gift to spend time with a child, seeing the world with her. I delighted in the imagination of my little granddaughter. In our time together I had an opportunity to share my thoughts about God.
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