My daughter's great-grandmother, (my hubby's grandmother) is 95 years old. She is of limited mobility and now lives in a nursing home but her mind is still as sharp as a whip.
Last Sunday, we paid grandma a surprise visit. We enterred the room and her face lit up the moment she saw us. She makes no secret that she considers my hubby her son. And nothing makes me happier than bringing our daughter, his offspring, to visit her.
Watching the two of them, 88 years and 4 generations apart, interact is soooo deep. They interact on a level that is so pure and simple, and beautiful.
This visit, my daughter brought along her doll for the first time so she could show grandma. After all, she had taken the doll to the "doll salon" on Friday night.
Grandma took the doll, and I watched her do something I have always done when I get a new doll. She smelled her hair. Oh, that new doll smell....you know the one.
Then she began staring at the doll, inspecting her every feature.
I asked grandma, "Do you like the doll?".
She asked, "which doll?".
Now, I know I just said her mind was as sharp as a whip, right? Well, read on.
"The one you're holding in your hand, grandma", I said.
"This is not a doll. This is a sweet little girl", she replied.
My daughter bursts into hysterics.
So grandma continued. "See, I'm going to kiss her". She kisses the doll's face and my daughter cracks up even more.
Then grandma gently ran her finger across the doll's cheek and said "Look at her face. See, she is smiling. She likes my kisses. She's a sweet little girl."
My daughter enjoying herself to the fullest encourages grandma to continue. I step back and leave the two of them in the room alone. They laughed and laughed, and laughed some more...and then when it was time to leave, grandma gave my daughter and "sweet little girl" a good-bye hug and kiss.
One Love, Se'Lah