my mom’s trip to NYC
My 66-year-old mom stayed a week with us. My 5-year-old finally met his grandma and they clicked right away. He even did twenty (20) points as if it was a video game of some sort. Actually for my youngest son, life’s a video game. In any case, he behaved, ate properly and did whatever my mom asked him to do in order to get a toy he wanted very badly — Skylanders SWAP Force from Activision ($80 before sales taxes) for Nintendo Wii on the day of its release. He’s being playing ever since.
My mom even came with us to church although my 5-year-old didn’t want to participate in the choir — nothing new for his lazy self. I know he’d miss her. He even told her so when saying goodbye — something he’s never done before with anyone.
My 12-year-old, in the other hand, enjoyed his grandmother’s company and her constant hugging. He’d also miss his grandma in his own special way.
My psychologist spoke about the process of healing two weeks ago. In short, her ridiculously short visit was healing — something I’d have never expected. Said the latter, I’d truly miss my mom.