At the foot of the Ngong Hills

Yesterday my mom and dad came over to visit after having gone to the market. It's nice to have them so near. For many years they either lived in Connecticut or England and seeing them was a once a year event at best.
Tara placed herself at the foot of my mom's wheelchair and began to read to her. Mom listened attentively. Tara has a special love for her grandma. A love that sees the wheelchair, but takes the time to see the person in it, too. Sometimes I will come in the room to find my mom covered in a mound of toys that Tara has brought to her. My mom good naturedly tries to hold 30 toys on her lap, while listening to all of Tara's stories.

My mom has a box of stuffed animals at her house that the girls like to play with. People like to give my mom stuffed animals as gifts. Since she has a lot of limitations, it's sometimes hard to know what else to buy her. Tara assumes, in her child mind, that my mom is a child, too. So having toys is normal. We have explained that she is an adult and she raised me, but that concept is lost on Tara. Sometimes she asks my mom if she knows how to read or if she is allowed to do something. It's sweet and sad. Sad because she doesn't know my mom like I know her. But it is what it is. And Tara doesn't shy away from her and, I hope will always have a soft spot for the disabled, knowing they may be a bit like her grandma.