Last Friday, Isabella and I visited my in-laws. While I was in another room, my m-i-l, age 82, decided to swing Bells between her legs – and lost her balance.
As I entered the room they were in, I looked on helplessly as Mom fell hard on her pelvis trying to keep Bells from getting hurt. She lay there quietly for what seemed like an eternity gathering her strength to get up. Isabella crouched down next to her, rubbed her back and said, "Iss awight. Yo okay." (It’s alright. You’re okay.) Then she, Bells, walked away. When the little one came back and found her greatgrandmother still on the floor, she planted herself by her side.
Mom was in pain and had a gash in her elbow. An icepack and some bandaging and some rest on the sofa were the order of the day. Bells – squiggly, wiggly, can’t stand still Bells – stayed, for the most part, by Grandma’s side. Even if it hurt her, Grandma wouldn’t have admitted it because she has been wanting her greatgranddaughter to snuggle with her for so very long.
Who does the title, What a Gal, refer to? I’ll let you decide.
What sound or noise do you love? laughing babies and children
What sound or noise do you hate? Scraping a fork across a plate –
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? clinical social worker (MSW)
What profession would you not like to do? daycare worker
I was in quite a funk last week. I wonder if a number of you were, too, as there hasn’t been all that much activity. Here’s hoping for more blogging and less funkiness.
Blessings for a new week, g