Friday with Freda ~ When the Caretaker Needs Cared For

Grandma has been sick all week. And honestly that makes me nervous. Freda is bouncing back, but for a few days I know she did not feel like herself at all.

Coughing, sneezing, not sleeping well at night and sleeping most of the day.

This is the first time she has been sick since moving in with us over a year ago. One of my friends at work cautioned me to really look after her. Being sick at 89 is not like being sick at 37. Things can take a turn south quickly.

Grandma scolded Jessa and I  several times for babying her so much this week, but secretly, I think she liked it. All of those years of looking after her own family I am sure it felt good to know someone is looking after her needs. It helped me remember a couple of things from my childhood living with her. I don’t think I EVER recall her taking a day off. Ever. Her enjoying the extra attention of being cared for is a good thing. And you know what? She deserves it.

The caretaker eventually comes to a place where they need to be cared for. 

Grandma’s overall level of health truly amazes me. At 89 the only pills she takes are vitamins. She told me that she is behind in getting her exercise in this week from being sick. Yes, she actually still does exercises. Every.Day.

She is on the mend now, and for that I am grateful. She was anxious to get back to her jobs. But this week gave me an extra blessings that I was not expecting. It served as a reminder of how much of a caretaker she was to me growing up. It jogged memories of times she looked after me when I was sick, brining me cold medicine, making me use Vicks Vapor Rub at night (YUCK), and me cooking  yummy comfort food when I started to feel better.

Sometimes God can provide a seemingly insignificant thing like a cold to help you remember how dependent we all are. How much we long for a caretaker to love and nurture us. I’m thankful that I get the chance to return the favor to my grandma today, even if it is in a small way for all of those years she served me.




  1. Beautiful, Julie. You brought back a precious memory to me. When I was 4 my sister Mary was born. I couldn’t see her when they brought her home from the hospital because I had the measles! I was SO sad. My grandmother made a special bed for me in a different part of the house and stayed with me, brushing my hair and reading to me until I went to sleep. Another blessing of an intergenerational household!

    • Thanks Nancy- what a beautiful memory that is for you! I also remember ginger ale coming into play whenever I was such and grandma was concerned. Funny how the smell of it automatically brings back memories!

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