I hope you had a wonderful thanksgiving. I am a little bit sad that I didn’t get to finish NaBloPoMo in style. We spent it as we did last year, with my dh’s grandparents and extended family in Florida. My dh’s aunt did have internet, but for some reason whenever I tried to open up wordpress and write, the browser shut down. I took it as a sign that I should be focusing on other things, and it was good to take a break.
It was such a pleasant change from last year, where I really felt like it was open season on my parenting. This year we didn’t stay in a hotel as I thought we would, but only because someone else did, freeing up a room for us to have instead of the floor. That alone made a huge difference in my comfort, but I think it’s also because the dutchkid is older and I have another year of parenting under my belt. Sadly, even though my parenting wasn’t under the microscope this time, I think my mother-in-law and dh’s aunt just switched their focus to someone else. One of my sisters-in-law fielded some pretty rude comments.
We enjoyed catching up with everyone, ate entirely too much delicious food and dh and I got to go see a movie (hello, Mr. Bond). It was fun to watch the dutchkid get to know her great grandparents a little bit. My dh’s granddad has Alzheimer’s, so we feel very much like every visit is precious. Even though Granddad has absolutely no idea any longer who we are or who the dutchkid is, he just lights up when little children are around. That was probably the hardest part of the trip, it’s difficult to realize how much of Granddad’s memory is gone. My dh was looking through photo albums with him, and often he no longer recognizes himself.
Throughout our time there I kept wondering what it was like for him, to be celebrating with all these people who obviously knew him, but he didn’t have a clue who we were. Even though he did seem surprised by us at times, he was always pleasant and always happy to play games with the great grandchildren running around. I try to console myself with the thought that he felt loved, even if it was love from a roomful of strangers.