I took the girls to visit my Grandma at her new Retirement Residence yesterday.
I worried about the questions they might have although Chloe explained to everyone on the car ride over, “Great Grandma gets to live in a house with a lot of her friends now.” That sounded pretty perfect to me.
I remember visiting similar housing complexes as a kid and being scared out of my mind and I worried my kids might have a similar experience.
The first thing they noticed was the automatic door.
So there’s a door you don’t even have to pull to open, you just press a button and the work is done for you? Score 1 retirement home.
Next, they noticed a plate of beautifully decorated cookies, rice krispy treats and shortbread and assumed they were for a party they weren’t invited to. Nope—all you can eat, all the time. Score 2.
We walked down the hall towards my Grandma’s unit and I pointed out there was a name plate with ‘Schlotzhauer’ on it.
Our kind host who was leading us down the hall covered half of her mouth and whispered, “I dare you to try to spell that one.” Score 3. My kids have been spelling Schlotzhauer since they were in diapers. It’s their name.
After a lovely tour of the facility and visit with my Grandma, a tour of her Bingo prizes, we pressed the automatic button to head home.
Back in the car my kids explained they weren’t frightened of Grandma’s new housing arrangement, quite the opposite.
Hanna said she could move in tomorrow. She said, “I would wake up and have breakfast which is already made for me, then chair yoga, then I’d get my hair done, hit the library for an hour before lunch, do a puzzle, watch an afternoon movie in the theatre, take a nap before dinner and then chill in my room with some free cookies for the rest of the night.”
I guess when you put it that way.