Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The important milestones in Eliza's life don't always relate to her developmental achievements. Sometimes they are milestones that she shares with the people most important to her.
On October 19, 2007 Eliza's Nannie, my Mom, celebrated her 85th birthday. To my knowledge there are only about 3 known pictures of my mother facing a camera and once again I was unable to capture one this weekend. I think though she enjoys looking at Eliza more than looking at a camera, which is fine by me. This has been a hard year for my Mom since my Dad had to be put in a nursing home. I can't imagine dealing with that kind of change after 57 years of marriage.
My Mom is a "tough cookie" as they say. She was born on a 5 square mile island in the West Indies, with a population of about 1000, most of whom seem to be some sort of cousin. She came to America in her late twenties and married a nice boy from Brooklyn. When she left Saba in 1948, she had never seen a television or even have the benefit of electricity or running water, so landing in NYC was quite the shocker. Now that my Dad is in a nursing home she visits him twice a day and walks the mile each way. Four miles of walking a day at 85 isn't anything to sneeze at.
When she found out I was going to become a rather "old" single mother at 45 she was much more supportive than I ever gave her credit for. When Eliza was in the NCCU, my Mom sat at her isolette for hours, virtually willing Eliza to live. Her devotion to Eliza is unwavering. I think sometimes she is trying to make as many memories for Eliza as she can since she knows she probably won't be here to celebrate Eliza's 20th or 30th birthday. Then again maybe she will be with us then since her parents lived to be 97 and 98 years of age.
My Mom was born to be a grandmother. She can make Eliza giggle endlessly, reads books to her until her eyes are bleary, will stay up late with her when she is fussy or not well, makes fench toast and pancakes with the firm belief that this will be the day Eliza eats and of course has crocheted quite a few blankets for her. She has even created the "Eliza Cabinet" in the kitchen. Eliza is one lucky baby to have my Mom for her Nannie.