Last Sunday, LB, SP and I went on a daytrip to see my elderly Grandma in the nursing home. She has dementia and has her good days and her bad days. I am grateful for the fiesty grandma I remember. Every now and then, I see a piece of the grandma from my childhood.
When we went on Sunday, I saw my grandma do something I have watched her do hundreds of times with my younger brother and sisters and the older great-grandchildren. Sunday, I got to watch her make a little clicking noise to SP. It might not seem like much, but it took me straight to childhood and yet was a moment that went straight to my heart as a mother. There is something about watching your parents or grandparents with your children that is miraculous in itself. For just that moment, through the memory loss and deterioration of her body, I saw the soul still inside. Sometimes our blessings come in rain drops, indeed.
|L to R: LB, Great-Grandma, Godmother, SP, (one of my sisters hiding in the background) and my dad|
Last Sunday, this is what a miracle looked like.