A Little Story about Rose and Mack
Mack is my only grandson; but, that's not why he is so special. He and his twin sister Ella (very special too) are 7 now. Their little sister Evy (I call her "Cabri" because she loves to climb!) is 4. Last summer they were with Grandpa and I when our Apostleship of Prayer Nonco Meeting came around. I am devoted to my nursing home volunteer work. Missing my visit is out of the question; so, I brought the children with me to the nursing home. Mack surprised me by going around the room and hugging everyone. When he reached Ms. Odile, she started singing "Jingle Bells" and the children joined in. Soon everyone was singing and laughing. Jingle Bells in July was one of those special moments that seem to happen at the nursing home.
Our meeting started and the children were pretty quiet. Then, all at once, Mack walked across the room to inspect Ms. Elsie’s ankle bracelet. “What’s that”? he asked. “It’s my ankle bracelet,” was the response. When Mack asked: “Why do you wear that”? Elsie said: “So I don’t get lost.” Mack understood how important it is not to get lost and came back to take his chair and our meeting continued.
This year, my grandchildren are visiting one at a time in two-week segments. Last Thursday, Mack accompanied me when I made my weekly visit. I had edited Rose’s story and Mack stood quietly while I read the words to Rose for her approval. It was story time for Mack. He seemed fascinated as the words of Rose’s life unfolded. He understood that she had two sons and how much they meant to her. He showed her his loose tooth, top front center. He stayed in her arms a long time when we said our goodbyes.
This morning, Grandpa and I took Mack for a ride to Lake Martin. On our return, we stopped at Champagne’s Bakery in Henderson. It was our first time to visit the bakery since T-Sue died. His delicious bread is being served again and I had to buy a loaf for my sister Mavis who just loves it.
Mack choose two glazed doughnuts and a small plastic bottle of milk. He took a bite while the sugary doughnut was just partly out of the little white bag. He said: “Grandma! My tooth came out!!” At first we thought he had swallowed it, but finally, the tiny tooth was located inside the bag. Crisis passed! Just then Grandpa came through the door after his visit to Hebert Grocery next door. Then I heard: “Grandma!” “Grandma, see those little cakes with the little pink roses? That is perfect for Rose. I want one for her.” Not Ms. Rose, just Rose. It took me a minute to understand. Mack wanted to bring a petit four to Rose at J. Michael Morrow Nursing Home.
After a quick bathroom stop at home, we were on a mission to find Rose. Mack led the way a full 10 feet ahead of me. He thought it was Hall B. The nurses corrected us and we headed down Hall D. He remembered the room number. Rose’s door was open and I heard her. She was next door visiting with her neighbors. She recognized Mack and was in the hall in a flash. They hugged and he gave her the bag with her petit four and then he showed her that the loose tooth had come out.
We stayed just a minute and then hugged goodbye. He told her that when he comes to visit me, he will visit her too. She said that she would be his third grandmother and that tickled him. Mutual admiration.
I am so proud of my little grandson. When I rubbed his back a few minutes ago when he went to bed, I told him how proud I was that he had done a kind thing for Rose today and that I would never forget that. He answered: “I’m proud too and I won’t forget her either.”
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