Each night before we go to bed, grandma shares with me plans for the next day. Part of our morning breakfast conversation is a review of where we are going and the time she wants to leave out. It is all good. I am happy to drive my grandmother to the places she wants to go. One of our traditions during the week of Thanksgiving is to go to ALL the discount stores.
My grandmother does not drive much these days because her vision is not so great. Over the past couple of years, she has been in a couple of bad accidents; her reflexes are not what they use to be. Consequently, she is terrified to drive. According to her, people drive as if they are the only ones on the road. About a year ago, my grandmother signed up to use the public mobility service to get to her appointments and the masjid on Friday’s for Jumu’ah. Turns out she enjoys the company of others and not being stressed all the way out by traffic and people who drive as if they are the only ones on the road.
Yesterday we went to Ross, TJMAXX, Kroger and Aldi’s. Today, I thought we were just going to the post of office to send back one of her many purchases from QVC and/or the HSN and CVS. However, grandma insisted we had to go to Marshall’s because it was directly across the street from CVS. I said, “I guess we are not waiting for mommy to arrive tomorrow to go to Marshall’s.” Grandma said, “We are going to a different Marshall’s tomorrow. We are going to another Marshall’s out by the airport.” (Should have known that.) And since we were out and all was going well we headed to her favorite Dollar Tree and Walmart. Both are in a busy shopping area with lots of traffic. She told me I could stay in the car while she went into Dollar Tree. Have mercy. Happily, I sat in the car and told her to take her sweet time. Her sweet time she did take. She came out beaming with delight.
Good People one day we are going to be anxious about driving or driving slower or making up driving moves. Because I have witnessed over the years my grandmother becoming frightened of doing ordinary things and sure she will not be able to keep up, I have become much more patient and forgiving. I know that I want strangers to extend kindness to her when she is taking too long to get her money out, put her things back in her purse so they can get to the next customer, pull out of a parking space and so on I wait patiently and with kindness. I have shared with you all before a courtesy I made up. Between the hours of 10 and 3 the road belongs to seniors. Do not blow your horn, switch lanes and go around them all fast, hiss, roll your eyes or make a fuss. Blowing your horn and making sudden moves agitates them and may cause an unnecessary accident. The other stuff just hurts their feelings.
We are safely back home. Grandma is content. She told me to tell you all that today she was at the mercy of me.