I walk into the Care Center, toting a car seat & diaper bag.
She's on the love seat again.
Alone in the family room again.
The preference to sit by herself is curious to me.
She's always been so social, but not here, and not now.
The fog in her eyes lifts as I make my way to her.
"Hi Grandma!" I say.
Sometimes she knows who I am.
Sometimes she has to ask.
But, somehow, she always remembers the baby.
"Did you bring the baby?"
"Where's the baby?"
I pull him out of his car seat, and her eyes light up.
Miraculously, time after time, he is content to sit on her lap.
He plays with her buttons, tries to chew on her fingers,
pats her face and smiles.
It is the highlight of her week.
She offers to babysit him anytime.
She says she'd be happy to take him for the night.
Which is so sweet.
She truly believes she'd be capable.
I wish she were.
Then to me she asks, "Has his dad seen him yet?"
"How much longer before he gets home?"
Then to him she says, "Your daddy loves you!"
"You're daddy is gonna be so happy to see you!"
100% of the time she remembers that his daddy is away.
100% of the time she remarks on this a minimum of 12 times.
I think because her empathy runs deep.
Multiple times her husband was sent away to war,
and she was left to take care of 4 girls on her own.
Then she asks, "What does this little boy want for Christmas?"
Because she's stuck in Christmas.
Which is a happy place to be.
Don't you think?