Pretty Lucky

I would say (with some bias of course) that my kids are pretty lucky. When I was growing up, I had four grandparents until I was 20. While my kids aren't that lucky, and they are missing one stellar Opa, they have two great grandparents that adore them. Recently, they have both been in rehab and are making transitions to assisted livings of some sort. While this has meant intense headaches for my mom and I, excessive consumption of our time, and more stress in our lives than in a while, the kids have made me see the silver lining. We used to see them on average once every two weeks. Now we have been seeing them about once every 2-3 days. And for a while there it was almost every day. This has definitely been exhausting, but it has afforded the kids an opportunity to make some more memories with their great grandparents in whatever time they have left.

Max asks almost every day "are we going to see kut and old ma today?". They call him "kut" because "Opa" was already taken by my dad at the time when Alexis was born and although his name is Kurt, my grandmother pronounced it "kut" with her German accent. Alexis picked up on it as a baby and the rest is history. Anyway, the kids love to visit them. It pretty much makes their entire day too when we do as well as all the other elderly people living where they are. Seeing bright young faces always seems to brighten their environment I guess. And both of them still have all their wits (mostly!) and really enjoy playing with them. Here is Opa the other day playing with max:


Looks pretty good for 90, right?

The kids now talk about them all the time and I while this whole experience since their respective falls has been nothing short of aggravating and tiring, in a weird way, my kids have really benefitted.

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