My grandmother Mimi was visiting us last week. She flew here all by herself (which worried me a bit, to be honest), but she got here just fine. I wouldn't trade anything for the times that I've spent with her here or at her house.
That said, throughout the week I was forever comparing these two characters (in a mostly tongue-in-cheek fashion).
How are my four-year-old son and my eighty-eight-year-old grandmother similar? Let me count the ways:
- A lot changes in nine months. You know how when your kids visit relatives and they can't believe how much they've changed in that amount of the time. Sadly, the same held true for Mimi. I saw her nine months ago at her house, and she even visited us here two years ago, but things have changed.
- I don't really trust either of them to be alone. Sure, Mimi lives alone, but that's in her own house with no stairs and no dogs or children underfoot. Just like I'm more careful to watch my friends' children if I'm babysitting, I felt nervously responsible for Mimi at all times.
- Taking either of them with me on errands adds time and/or stress to the trip. It's hard enough to zip in and out of the grocery store with Kyle at my side, but having a slow octogenarian along makes it almost impossible.
- Along those lines: I never know what (or how loud) either of them might say about or to a stranger who crosses our path.
- They both ask me questions to which I do not know the answers. And if I don't answer, it's likely that the question will be asked again the next hour or next day.
- They each surprise me at things that they remember, that I think that they would have forgotten, or by forgetting things that I think that they should remember.
- They both make me laugh and are willing to laugh at themselves as well.