My mom practices a frugality that my sons will never understand. There’s just too big of a generational gap between the circumstances of how my sons are being raised and the dire financial situation into which my mother was born. Thanks to the work ethic I inherited from my mom and a college degree, the boys’ have always known a life of small luxuries. There’s always been enough money to take a surprise trip to McDonald’s for lunch, or to catch a movie here and there or even to buy a video game system.
October 25th, 2010 at 10:05 am
My mom’s been to the doctor more lately than I ever remember her seeking medical attention. Unfortunately I can’t gauge whether it’s because her access to health care has improved since she moved to town with us, or if it’s a trend with which I should be concerned.
October 14th, 2010 at 10:06 pm
My mother lost her oldest and dearest friend this past week. She was 93 and while she and Mom hadn’t regularly seen each other in years, they remained close, talking nearly every week on the phone. Even sadder is the fact that Mom was scheduled to make a visit to our hometown just a couple of days after she received the news about her friend. She had plans to visit her in the care facility where she was now residing. In recent months her friend had sounded down and repeatedly told Mom that she wished she still lived in town so that they could visit. Mom had planned to surprise her.
September 29th, 2010 at 8:46 pm
Grandma’s talents are in demand and I just might have to fight to be at the front of the line for her child care services.
Last year, a longtime friend convinced Mom to join the Foster Grandparent program at our neighborhood elementary school. Three days a week she goes into a kindergarten class and lends a hand to teacher, doing whatever needs to be done, cutting out projects for the kids, tying shoes or even holding the occasional homesick youngster. She had so much fun and became such an integral part of the classroom that the school asked her back again this year. And now even on her off days she goes in at the end of the day to help the teacher make sure “her” kids get picked up by the right person or get on the correct bus.
September 29th, 2010 at 10:00 am
“That kid must have been up all night,” my mother muttered over breakfast this morning. “I got up to go to the bathroom and shut off his bedroom light about 4 a.m.”
The tone of judgement in her voice was palpable. My mother was expressing her disagreement with my nephew’s lifestyle yet again. Since he moved in with us a year ago to attend college, his late nights and days spent sleeping have just confounded my mother. She just doesn’t understand why he can’t “live like a normal person.”