G is for Generations
I’ve been away for a few days on a much-needed retreat with my husband (and, as a result, have fallen behind in my A to Z Challenge). We traveled to one of my favorite places — Laity Lodge, which is in the remote hill country of Texas.
Meanwhile, back at home, my father’s grandchildren took care of him.
My father has nine grandchildren — eight of them are mine.
Helen, my oldest daughter, is an RN. She took time off, so I could take some time off. I think that’s pretty wonderful.
Every time I go away, it seems, my father needs to go to the Emergency Room. Each time it turns out to be nothing. Still, it was awfully nice to have someone with medical experience there with him. Plus four other of the grandchildren helped Helen — it takes a family to care for the elderly.
I remember when my father first held his first grandson. Dad took Philip in his arms and Philip promptly spit up all over him. I’m sure it had nothing to do with my father. Philip and I had just spent the whole day traveling and we were exhausted. After the initial whoops and clean-up, my father sat and held the sleeping baby for a long time.
When I think about my children taking care of my father, and about the special relationship especially the older kids have with him, it warms my heart.
Margaret Mead said, “Everyone needs to have access both to grandparents and grandchildren in order to be a full human being.”
I think she’s right.