“C’mon old lady, Were going to Nana’s!” I open the garage and watch as my three year old hunches over in her best Nana impression and shuffles to the car.
Nana wasn’t feeling well this week, she had a few panic attacks last week and has been needing an extra hand with some things. My daughter is used to spending almost everyday after daycare at Nana’s, so I wasn’t too surprised when she told me for Halloween she wanted to be her “Best Friend Nana”.
My little princess decided that she didn’t want to go trick or treating but instead wanted to take care of Nana.
“We are going to make Nana soup, and cuddle her in the warmer blankie. Aren’t we momma?” Sophie tells me.
“Is that all Nana does when you are sick?” I ask
“Also the sneezy papers and the minty” she says as she straightens her dress in her lap. I giggle at her interpretations of tissues.
“The minty?” I repeat wondering if my mom gives her a vapor rub.
“Yea, in my favorite mug.” She confirms.
“Ohh, Mint tea.” I say
“Yes, the minty.” She simply restates.
As we pull up she climbs out of her car seat and shuffles up to the door. We usually just dart in but she knocks on the door and Nana’s caregiver, Analise lets us in.
“Oh Nana, I heard you were sick this week!” she climbs up to the couch where my mom is sitting and feels her head with the back of her hand.
“Why? are you the doctor?” My mom says perplexed.
“No mom, this is your Nana, she’s here to take care of you this evening and make you feel all better like you usually do for Sophie.” I tell her. She looks at me for an extra moment and then nods her head.
As my daughter shuffles around the house getting all her favorite items for my mother I watch in amusement. I’m full of utter admiration that on a holiday where my little one could dress up as anyone in the world like her favorite animal, a princess, or a character from TV. She chose to be my mom. Someone I have always strived to be like.
My mom, who has trouble remembering who this little kid running around her house is half the time inspired Sophie so much she completely forgot about the candy.
I pour a bag of M&M’s into the sugar cookie dough I just made, and scoop out dollops at a time onto the cookie tray. It’s my little treat for her huge heart.