I just want to go on record as saying I am so very lucky to still have my parents around, albeit not as much as I would like.
Mom turned 80 this year, and we drove 7 hours one way to attend her birthday party. The kids and I ended up producing a slide show of her life and helping serve punch. I feel like our contribution to the event was nowhere near my share compared to the effort put forth by my siblings.
Mom was trilled with the day. Many friends from throughout her life were there, including my kindergarten and first grade teachers. My nephew who is doing an internship abroad sent a video, but six kids, 4 with spouses, 8 grandchildren and two great grandchildren were able to be there. Plus a few dozen extended family and a few dozen more friends, and of course my dad.
But I digress. My mother is an amazing woman who has done some pretty impressive things in her life, not the least of which was making it through my teenage years without killing me or going insane. She continues to help me any way she can.
Marty has a major medicine change coming up, and I am concerned about how he will feel. He has to let the Kineret “wash out” for a few days, then the Enbrel could take several more days to start working. We are expecting it to be a rough week for him.
I can’t take off work to take care of him. My sister Irene will have a new granddaughter any day now so I can’t ask her to help. Bella is a huge help, but I just can’t put that burden on her. So what to do? Call Mom.
Bless her heart, it took all of 20 minutes for her to call back and confirm that yes, she is available and dad will bring her sometime between the day her granddaughter gives birth and the day her grandson stops the Kineret. Her biggest question was whether she would need a car while she is here.
I know, at 80 she doesn’t move as fast as she used to, can’t be as helpful as she would like, and won’t be able to do all the little jobs she will think she should be able to do. I don’t care. I mostly want her here so the main burden of caring for Marty doesn’t fall on Bella’s shoulders, broad as they are. I’m glad the kids think that having her here during this transition is a good thing. Sometimes they think she is a bit too old fashioned.
I love my kids and my parents more than I can say.