The first Wednesday snuck up on me this month. Apologies to anyone who stopped by earlier and didn’t find my post up. I get a little ticked, too, when that happens to me. Blame my delay on total forgetfulness. I’m sure you’ve heard of the new mother amnesia syndrome. Well, how about a grandmother’s amnesia after five days of babysitting a six-year-old and an almost four-year-old? There must be some sort of syndrome for that.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my grandkiddies dearly. We even moved over a hundred miles to live closer to them. But they take a lot of energy. The older child can do a lot for herself, minds well (generally), and can entertain herself. Her younger brother? Not so much. The word "challenging" comes to mind.
I’m afraid my brain cells went into hibernation. I forgot a guest post last week and now this. I hope a good night’s sleep and a couple of naps will renew my memory.
As we age, we begin to worry more about the future—especially our health. They say what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. There is a disease that doesn’t kill us nor does it make us stronger. Alzheimers. I watched my mother struggle with losing not just her memories, but her very self. More than cancer or heart disease (both of which are prevalent in my family), I worry about losing my mind. I have so many stories I haven’t written yet. More importantly, I don’t want my grandkiddies to think of me as the Nana who forgot who they are.