Happy Mother's day to all the Momma's out there. I hope it was a good one for everyone. I've had kind of a crazy/weird/sad/busy week. Let me see if I can bring everyone up to speed.
First off, my Grandmother is in the hospital not doing well, they've called in Hospice. If anyone has lost a loved one, they might know what calling in Hospice means.. I visited her shortly yesterday morning and she was in a lot of pain at the time. It's very sad to watch this going on-I wasn't closest with my Grandmother, but I love her, and I hate seeing my Mother go through losing her Mother. Umm.... Not going to talk anymore about that right now, it makes me too sad..
On a bright note, my sister, my nephew and I had an interview with a reporter from the local paper about our Walk Now for Autism-happening this upcoming Saturday in Chicago. The article is set to print tomorrow, so I'm anxious to see how it turns out.
Another shining point in my week was taking my daughter to our church's Mother Daughter Banquet. This year the entertainment was a Talent Show. My daughter was slated to sing while her cousin played piano. She had been very nervous when she was first asked to perform, so I told her I would do something for the talent show, also. So, I've been practicing for weeks on my guitar. The big night was Friday, and I performed "Yellow" by Coldplay, a song that I have sung to my dear girl since she was just a somersaulter in my tummy. I admit that I messed up, but I kept going-and I was so proud to show my girl that it's okay to get out of your comfort zone and keep going. I was quite proud of my little singer, too-both the girls did a great job!
Today was another crazy day as my girl and her cousin hosted a bake sale after church to raise funds for our walk. Also, I was liturgist for the first time ever-talk about being out of my comfort zone this week! After church we had a quick lunch, then headed to one of our favorite parks to attempt a hike-I was actually surprised-the little guy handled it fairly well-though the hubby did have to carry him some. Everyone in our family was tired and a little cranky tonight, so it was early bedtime for everyone (apparently even hubby-he was snoring away while I watched a "chick flick").
While I sat in bed trying to read, then thinking about sleeping, but not even trying because I know it's not going to come to me right now, I just feel so jumbled with my emotions. I don't know whether I'm happy or sad. Why does life (and death) have to be so complicated-our emotions get to jumbled.... I'm usually the type of gal that wears her heart on her sleeve-you can usually tell exactly what I feel. Right this moment I'm just feeling alone. The house is too quiet (other than the snores). I'm almost contemplating waking hubby up, just so I can have a good listener to hear me.. Or even just his arms to hold me. I shouldn't wake him, but it IS still officially Mothers day for another 20 minutes, AND he failed to give me the one gift I asked him for (just to fix an old palm pilot of his that I like to play games on)-just plain forgot... We'll see, I might just have vented enough now to fall asleep on my own.
Anyways, hug your Mommas-they're precious commodities, and we're blessed to have them.
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mother. Show all posts
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Why Grannies shouldn't skate
I've been away from the computer for few days, so I feel very "out of the loop." I've had good reason to be away, though....
I mentioned in my last post how we have several family birthdays in March. Along with birthdays come birthday parties. One particular party that I was looking forward to was my niece's roller skating party. Only girls were invited-which added to the element of fun as my daughter and I got to have some mother/daughter bonding time in addition to hanging out with a bunch of fun girls at the roller rink.
As the party started, the girls were off. Some were graceful as swans, and some were a little less coordinated. My daughter unfortunately was one of the latter. She actually did better when skating with one of the other grown ups instead of myself. For some reason we were just a bad combination-and before you knew it she'd be "scissoring" her legs, but going nowhere (or worse, falling on her tushy). My mother, however, was skating so gracefully around the rink that I almost felt envious (where did she get all that balance?).
Other than having some minor falls (mostly done by my gal), things were going pretty well. The skaters were going around for one last song before it was time to take a pizza break. My girl was actually going around the wall on her own, and I was enjoying skating alongside my sister and talking about how well the party was going. That's when we noticed our mother on the ground. She just had this look on her face that told us that things were not good. It was decided right away that I would take her to the hospital-my sister needed to stay until her daughter's party was over (I'm so glad that her sister-in-law was in town and able to be at the party to help her!)
My mother held her arm close to her the whole time we went through the proper procedures at the hospital (don't get me started on that). When it came time to actually look at her arm (her sleeve was covering it up) I got to see something I hope I never see again. Officially it was called a Colle's fracture. All I know is arms are not supposed to be "S" shaped-it's not natural!
So, I have been taking shifts with my sister for the past couple of days to care for my VERY independent mother. Let me tell you, it's not always easy taking care of a strong willed woman that thinks she should be able to do certain things herself. The icing on the cake was this morning when I had to leave her shortly to get my daughter to school-my mother took a bath with no one in the house. But, no harm was done, and I understand that this is hard for her.
What I have learned from this experience is: First, my mother is not indestructible (as much as I hate to admit it). Second, my mother is one of the bravest people I know (she faced some VERY severe pain with such grace it's astonishing). Third, my mother is NOT two years old (something my husband felt he needed to point out to me, as I may have been using some of the care I usually apply to our little guy towards my mom). Fourth, I am a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for (I even helped a nurse hold a splint in place on my moms mangled arm so she could wrap it up-something even my sister, usually the strong one, couldn't do).
Finally, when my granddaughter has a rollerskating party, I don't need to be the "cool" grandma. I can just keep on my tennies and walk the rink like all the other grandparents, because Grannies shouldn't skate.
I mentioned in my last post how we have several family birthdays in March. Along with birthdays come birthday parties. One particular party that I was looking forward to was my niece's roller skating party. Only girls were invited-which added to the element of fun as my daughter and I got to have some mother/daughter bonding time in addition to hanging out with a bunch of fun girls at the roller rink.
As the party started, the girls were off. Some were graceful as swans, and some were a little less coordinated. My daughter unfortunately was one of the latter. She actually did better when skating with one of the other grown ups instead of myself. For some reason we were just a bad combination-and before you knew it she'd be "scissoring" her legs, but going nowhere (or worse, falling on her tushy). My mother, however, was skating so gracefully around the rink that I almost felt envious (where did she get all that balance?).
Other than having some minor falls (mostly done by my gal), things were going pretty well. The skaters were going around for one last song before it was time to take a pizza break. My girl was actually going around the wall on her own, and I was enjoying skating alongside my sister and talking about how well the party was going. That's when we noticed our mother on the ground. She just had this look on her face that told us that things were not good. It was decided right away that I would take her to the hospital-my sister needed to stay until her daughter's party was over (I'm so glad that her sister-in-law was in town and able to be at the party to help her!)
My mother held her arm close to her the whole time we went through the proper procedures at the hospital (don't get me started on that). When it came time to actually look at her arm (her sleeve was covering it up) I got to see something I hope I never see again. Officially it was called a Colle's fracture. All I know is arms are not supposed to be "S" shaped-it's not natural!
So, I have been taking shifts with my sister for the past couple of days to care for my VERY independent mother. Let me tell you, it's not always easy taking care of a strong willed woman that thinks she should be able to do certain things herself. The icing on the cake was this morning when I had to leave her shortly to get my daughter to school-my mother took a bath with no one in the house. But, no harm was done, and I understand that this is hard for her.
What I have learned from this experience is: First, my mother is not indestructible (as much as I hate to admit it). Second, my mother is one of the bravest people I know (she faced some VERY severe pain with such grace it's astonishing). Third, my mother is NOT two years old (something my husband felt he needed to point out to me, as I may have been using some of the care I usually apply to our little guy towards my mom). Fourth, I am a lot stronger than I gave myself credit for (I even helped a nurse hold a splint in place on my moms mangled arm so she could wrap it up-something even my sister, usually the strong one, couldn't do).
Finally, when my granddaughter has a rollerskating party, I don't need to be the "cool" grandma. I can just keep on my tennies and walk the rink like all the other grandparents, because Grannies shouldn't skate.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
