The bedtime story

Grandma Sleeps

Grandma Sleeps

Last night I helped Grandma get into bed and after I turned off the light and was about to head out of the room she said:

“Maybe I want to be tucked in”.

I returned and sat on the edge of the bed. I asked teasingly if she wanted me to tell her a bedtime story. She laughed and said she did.

So, in keeping with the sarcastic way we tease each other I started to tell her the story of the horrible little old lady who was sooooo horrible that her kind grandson stopped feeding her candy, which was her favorite thing…

I paused…

“Nevermind” I said, “that’s a stupid story. Here’s a better story…”

I then told her the story of the sweet little old lady who was so kind to her grandson when he was little that when she got very old and needed a place to stay he took her in and took care of her. She interrupted:

“And the little old lady appreciates it very much.”

We sat in silence awhile. We chatted a little about memories from my childhood.

“You were always a lapdog” she said.

This brought a flood of memories for me of sitting on Grandma’s lap as a small child. My first memory of Grandma is of us riding in the back of my parents’ car as I sat on her lap. I was probably under 2 years old. After I finished relaying this memory she smiled and started to doze.

I held her hand as she drifted off to sleep. When I got up to go to bed she woke up and in a raspy, half asleep voice she said “I love yoooo-oooouu”…

“See you in the morning” I said.

“When the sun is shining bright” she answered. Then, she yawned loudly and rolled over. It’s tiring being an old lady

4 thoughts on “The bedtime story

  1. Jaci

    So beautiful. Thankyou for posting Rob. I haven’t met you as I didn’t make it to Brandon’s & Michi’s wedding, but I am a friend of Brandons from travelling days. Found you from Brandon’s link to this, I hadn’t realised that you wrote here. Norma is a friend of mine on facebook. I can’t tell you how proud I am of having a centenarian on my facebook friends!

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    1. Rob Jones Post author

      I know who you are Jaci. Brandon always speaks very fondly of you. Thanks for the comment! Grandma is a pretty unusual lady for sure!

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  2. Stacey

    This made me tear up at work. But in a good way and made me think of my grandparents I don’t get to see anymore. Thank you for sharing your and Norma’s story Rob.

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  3. Terri

    Remembering similar times… this blog is a blessing to me and an inspiration. In our culture, the old often are invisible, but as you wrote, inside they feel just like they did when they were young. How sad for those who are cast aside. Acknowledging and Including them, and letting them know their life experiences and contributions are appreciated, is indeed one of the finer things we can do for them every day and one of the most valuable things we can do for ourselves. Thanks, Rob.

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