(Picture posted above is my mother holding me when I was a few days old. It was late February 1975 so that should give you an idea how old I am.)
Welcoming a new member to your home can cause a lot of change.
In June my mom made the decision to live with us. I know it was a hard decision for her – but she knew she didn’t want to stay by herself, especially this winter. Her dog recently passed away as well so with exception of a few friends and family, she was alone. Alone in a big house in the country with little to do. I would be a little freaked out being alone too.
She drove down from Pennsylvania Labor Day weekend. She didn’t have much – clothes, a few knick-knacks, and the strongboxes that were extremely heavy.
We had the most room and my mom offered to help us with, well, whatever. Mainly, she wanted to spend time with her grandkids. B now comes home right after school. He seems to enjoy that – a bus ride home, then to relax in his room or whatever. It helps Husband and me because now we don’t have to constantly be tethered to the phone, worried about a phone call to pick him up.
So Husband gave her some paint samples and she picked the color for her room. He put up crown moulding and painted the bedroom. I managed to get about 95% of the junk that piled up in the room (mainly from consignment sales). We even bought her her own TV so she wouldn’t have to be constantly subjected to Nick Jr. and Mickey Mouse. Continue reading