I don’t even know what to title this post. As you may have noticed from previous ones, there has been issues with our current day care provider and I’m still in the state of mourning for my grandmother. It’s been a rough week that has taken a toll on my sleeping and writing.
The day care issue will be taken care of, with a degree of emotion and apprehension, but ultimately going with my gut instinct on what I should do. Without getting into the details, sociologically examining this situation has helped me cope with it. To say the least, as a sociologist, I believe in the importance of the “social” in a child’s development. Transitioning the little one from an in-home to day-care center will be hard, but I believe there will positive outcomes for her and our family. She will be able to interact with many children her age and because of its location in the city, she will playing with a diverse array of children. These are experiences I did not get as a child that I think will beneficial to her. I have so much more to say about this in which I could turn this into a research project sometime concerning work and boundaries with day care providers or a study regarding gender and motherhood in relation to different kinds of day care. I know this probably doesn’t make sense now, but I just can’t get into the details yet.
I have not wrote much on my grandmother since her funeral. The funeral itself was nice in which may father gave a small speech about my grandma’s life. I find the grief and pain hit when I’m alone. No, my grandma did not raise me instead of my parents. She just did play the grandmother role. I knew the day would come and even through hospice, the time was coming. But it didn’t seem real. My other grandmother died when I was five and I didn’t know her well, so it was quite different. We lost my husband’s great-grandmother last summer who I loved and I miss, but I had only known her the ten years I had known the family.
I’m happy to have the many memories of my grandma. In fact, I felt a bit bad at the funeral when I was with my cousins who did not see her as often because they live in Colorado. Even through college and grad school, I still went to visit my grandma every time I came home. I tried to call her in-between times to. And now I really want to call her and she’ not there.
I know she’s not coming back and she’s in heaven, but I miss her terribly. I miss the unconditional love of a grandmother. I miss her saying I love you on the phone. I miss her laughing at the cuteness of our daughter and dog. I even miss the conversations in which she was starting to loose her mind in that she asked the same questions over and over.
In analyzing my grief, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is a loss of love in my life. I know spiritually there is still love, but right now I still miss the things associated with a living body that express love such as speech, hugs, and the so forth. I know my grief will heal with time