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Well, now what will I do?

As most of you know, I live about a two minute walk from three of my four grandchildren. I see them every day. My life pretty much revolves around what they need and their calls to take them to the park. Really, they call me. We both have Amazon Echo devices so they can call me very easily by asking Alexa to call their Nana. And they do call me to ask me to take them to the park or to the store or any number of places. I love seeing them every day. When they were gone for a week last month, I was depressed and didn’t know what to do with myself.

And now they’re moving. Moving away from me. At least it’s in the works. We aren’t sure when but it will, most likely be this summer, before school starts so the boys can start school when the school year begins. And that’s the other thing, I homeschool one of them so that means he’ll have to go back to regular school and I don’t think he’s ready for that. If my daughter’s plan works out they will be about forty minutes away from me. I know that’s not far and I’m glad they won’t be further but that means I won’t see them every day and it will be more difficult to see them because the time will have to be planned out to fit in with their schedule and traffic, which at times could make it more like an hour to drive over to see them.

I just found out less than twenty-four hours ago and I’m still in shock.

My daughter depends on me a lot. She calls me with no notice to go watch the kids for her or to go put Maya to sleep because I’m the only one that she’ll let put her to sleep when she is being cranky. And that little girl gets so excited when I go over. She sees me and throws her head back with a huge giggle. And she cries without consolation when I leave.

And I guess the other side is that I am comfortable with having them so close. When I fall, I can call them for help. When I’m sick and need soup or medicine from the store, I can call on them. When I need a ceiling height light bulb changed, I have to call them because I can’t get on the step ladder due to my knee. And of course, my health is now failing and I really have peace of mind knowing that they are so close. Now they won’t be.

I’m just kind of falling apart at the news. I know that in the end, we’ll all learn to live with it and it will be okay but I’m really having a tough time with it. I was just at the point where I was not going to renew my driver’s license because I’m having so much trouble with my eyes and physically, I can’t always sufficiently check for traffic when I’m driving. I scare myself at times when I realize how close I came to being in an accident. And if I do that, I won’t be able to drive to see them. I won’t be able to even get groceries. My daughter is the one that takes me to get groceries because I can’t stand or walk very long so she is there to grab things for me quickly and finish my shopping if I need to go sit for a rest.

Anyway, it will also mean fewer blog posts about my adorable grandchildren and what they say and do. I guess I will have to write about other things.

If we can all get used to it and get into different routines, it will be best for my daughter and the kids. It will mean a lot of changes (she’ll be permanently separating from her partner which is a good thing) for the kids and the changes will hit all at once. They will be moving physically, not living with their dad, not seeing me every day, not being around familiar surroundings. I’m scared for them.

Well, that’s my brain and heart dump for the day. 😦

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My nephew almost died last week. He’s still in the hospital but he’s much better and should be going home in another three or so days. He presented with what appeared to be an ear infection but turned out to be viral meningitis. Had they not drained the fluid around his brain when they did, he would have died within just a few hours, according to the doctors. Pretty scary.

I spoke to my sister-in-law earlier today and she was frustrated because they wouldn’t let her visit him because of the fear of the flu and her age. She’s in her seventies and not in the best of health so if she were to contract the flu, it could be fatal. We’re having such a bad strain of it this year that it’s not a good idea to tempt the fates. She said she felt like having him walk to one of the windows where she could see him from outside, just so she would have the satisfaction of seeing him for herself. That’s what mamas need.

It reminded me of when that same sister-in-law was in the hospital with the birth of my second niece (from that brother’s side). My first niece was staying with us. I was in high school. My sister-in-law wanted to see her but the hospital didn’t allow children, not even siblings, in to visit. So we did the next best thing. My brother and I drove my niece to the hospital. He went up to my sister-in-law’s room and wheeled her to the window where she could see the car we were in. Then I pulled her out and held her up so her mommy could see her and pointed out her mommy to her. There were tears on both ends but they got to see one another and luckily it was only a couple of days before they were all together in the same room, at home.

Those are the little things that we forget about until years later when they come flying back into our memories. Little things. Little things that mean so much at the time. Little memories, but so important.

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What a question. The obvious answer would be yes, we’re all going to die. However, it was Spencer (4 years old) asking. So not a good answer for him.

It all came about because of his curiosity and my diabetes. Actually, it goes back to my surgery last July. Somehow, he must have heard the grownups discussing the possibility that I might die. They hear everything, those little ones, especially the things they are not supposed to. I was very careful not to discuss anything like that in front of them. But I think my daughter must have discussed it with either her boyfriend or her friends, maybe even on the phone. So he heard it and got it in his head.

Fast forward to now. I am careful not to test or inject my insulin around the boys but because they spend so much time with me, it is sometimes inevitable that they will see me test and/or inject. Spencer asked me what I was doing when I was testing my glucose, which requires a prick of the finger to get a drop of blood for the meter. I explained that I was testing to see how much sugar was in my blood. I went on to tell him, in the simplest of terms, that we all have sugar in our blood but sometimes our body doesn’t work right and we end up with too much sugar in our blood and that can hurt our organs and make us sick. I told him that is what I have and it is called diabetes. That’s why I have to test my blood before every meal and at other times. Then I have to give myself an injection of insulin that helps get rid of the sugar in my blood (again, I had to keep it very simple). He’s very curious now and every time he sees me reach for my meter, he wants to come watch. Then when I am done testing and injecting, he always asks “Nana, are you going to die?” The answer I give him is simple, too. “No, I’m okay. I’m not going to die.”

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A lot of things made me smile this week but things haven’t worked out so that I could write them up until now. That’s because I’ve had a particularly bad time, health-wise, and ended up back on pain killers and muscle relaxants when I had stopped needing them. With luck, that’s over and it will be better, although I seem to be overdoing things and ending up in pain again but I am going to try to do less for the next few days.

As usual, most of my smiles have been courtesy of my grandchildren! Kids really do liven things up and make me happy.

Anderson and Spencer are used to going to the park with me several times a week but I haven’t been able to take them (still not driving) since about a week before my surgery and that was over five weeks ago! Spencer keeps asking me if I can take him some place and I keep saying I can’t drive yet. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t drive because I was back from the hospital where they had “made nana feel better.”  One day he saw the incision with all of the staples still in there. After that, he understood. Every time he saw me he would ask me to show him my “owie” and I would let him see it and he would say something about no driving yet. Then he went with me to get the staples out and thought I would be able to drive him right away but he saw that I was still using my cane and still in pain so he waited. I didn’t see him for two days and then when I saw him, he ran up to me and pulled my shirt up so he could see my “owie” and said it was better but “I going to wait til that part has no more tape then you can drive and take me somewhere.” That made me smile. I didn’t have to say anything, he just knew it wasn’t time yet.

Then there was Anderson (7 years old) who no longer likes to hug me or let me hug him but when he didn’t see me for three days, he ran up and hugged me! Another smile!

And Maya who is just six months old made me smile when she practically jumped out of her swing when she heard my voice and wouldn’t settle down until my daughter brought her to me to hold as I sat on the couch (still am not supposed to pick up anything over ten pounds and she’s close to twenty-five).

On Sunday, there were lots of smiles when we all met my son at a nearby park. He lives three hours away but they came to the area to go rafting and we were able to sneak in a short visit before they headed back to Seattle. What was so special about that? Well, for the first time, all four of my grandchildren were in the same place at the same time! That’s pretty smile worthy. We had a good but short visit. One year old Mati was pretty tired and ready for his nap as was Maya so we cut it short but it was a successful meeting of the cousins!

There were other smiles this past week. Some came from old friends who dropped notes or sent emails to check in with me and my progress on the road to recovery. The “old friends” especially make me smile when I think how far we’ve all come from the days we knew each other in high school!

Those were my smiles for the week, at least some of them. What were yours?

The #WeeklySmile is hosted by Trent at Trent’s Place. Stop in and see what is making others smile and maybe share one of yours?

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A couple of weekends ago, I was invited to Seattle to my grandson’s first birthday party. I was excited to be able to share the day with them. I invited Anderson, my oldest grandson, to make the trip with me. He loves going places with me (when he was three he went on a road trip with me, all the way from Portland to Riverside, CA., just the two of us).

We left on Friday morning and drove back on Sunday afternoon (it’s about a three hour drive). We weren’t the only overnight guests. My daughter-in-law’s best friend and her two boys (ages 3 and 5 months) were also there. Although Anderson is way older than them, he really enjoyed playing with them. He’s used to playing with younger kids and being gentle with them. When he got bored, he would go downstairs to watch TV on the big TV down there, or play Minecraft. He kept himself entertained. We were all pretty impressed with how well he played with the little kids and how well he behaved.

When we were saying our goodbyes, he said thank you for having him over and that he had a good time. My daughter-in-law told him that he was welcome to go back and visit anytime. He asked when and she said again, “anytime.”  We got in the car and headed for the freeway and not twenty minutes later he says, “Nana, Sarah said I could come back anytime.” I nodded and said that he had been very good and that was why he was welcome to come back anytime. Then he cleared his voice and said, “You know Nana, I was thinking I want to go back. How about tomorrrow?!”

That was my smile. I keep thinking about it. It seems so easy to him to jump in the car and be there three hours later. I’m glad he had a good time and that he was so well behaved and that he is welcome “anytime,” but not tomorrow. I think we’ll wait a bit!

The Weekly Smile is hosted by Trent ant Trent’s World the Blog. Go check it out and do some smiling!

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Tempting

I belong to the local Nextdoor community on Facebook. I check it every day, not because I’m looking for anything specific but because sometimes there is interesting information posted. For example, on Saturday I will be attending a free learn to crochet workshop, at the local library, which was organized by a woman in the group who wanted to learn to crochet. I did crochet years ago but haven’t in maybe fifteen so  I am going.

The other day, I came across a posting that made me chuckle and I figured that the poster didn’t realize that what they posted was funny.

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I was tempted to reply and inquire about the free toddler! I didn’t because I didn’t want them to think I was putting them down in any way. But it did cross my mine and made me chuckle.

The next day I found this:

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I really laughed out loud at this one because someone else had followed through with replying to the post. I figured I wanted to meet this woman. I might, one day. In fact, I will look for her at the crochet workshop in case she attends on Saturday. I also waited to see if the original poster would reply and wondered if she would be angry.

I didn’t have to wait long.

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This one really cracked me up.

Being the grandmother of a toddler, I also found this a tempting post. Maybe we should list Spencer! 😉

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I have been pressed to find smiles, or smiles I’ve wanted to write about, i the past few weeks. I’ve been trying to come up with smiles that aren’t grandchild related but I have come to realize that most of my smiles DO come from those grandchildren.

This weekend was not great. I got word that my son was in a car accident but is okay, which is more than can be said about the car. But at least he’s okay. Then the next day came word of the death of their dog, one of their dogs, Bear. Although he was past his life expectancy, it still came as a shock as he’d not been ill. But I will write some “Bear Smiles” later in the week or for next week.

A few days ago, my son-in-law finally came to replace my thermostat which had been sitting here since the baby was born almost six weeks ago. I’ve been dealing with no heat in our very cold winter. Finally, my daughter got after him and he came that night. Spencer came with him when he came to replace the thermostat. So those were the first two smiles, a new thermostat and a grandson visit.

He was sitting watching his dad work on the thermostat and I asked him “How is Maya today?”

He answered right away with an annoyed look. “Bad.”

“Maya is bad? Is she sick or is she a bad girl?” I chuckled thinking it silly that a six week old could be a bad girl.

“Bad girl. Cry, cry, cry. Five times. Crying.” He held up all five fingers on both his hands. “Maya cry five times. Cry. Cry. Cry. Five times. Crying. Maya bad.” He shook his head and grimaced.

That really made me crack up! I told him babies cry because they need something and can’t talk. I told him maybe she was hungry or sleepy when she cried.

“Yes. Hungry. Maya ate baby milk and then no cry.”

Those were my smiles this week. Pretty good ones, I’d say!

The #weeklysmile is a blog link up hosted by Trent at Trent’s World. You should go check it out. Maybe you can share a smile with us!

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