Hola queridos amigos de lifestyle. Me es un gusto poder hacer esta publicación en particular, porque quiero hablar de mi experiencia cuidando a mi abuela de 96 años, está vez por mi sola, que aunque fueron solo una cuestión de 2 horas, creo que incluso menos, me gustó tener temas controversiales a su lado, y saber lo que piensa sobre algunos temas en particular que, por tabú o vergüenza no se hablan en mi familia.
Enseguida me quedé sola con ella, busqué alguna actividad de recreación tanto como para ella, como para mí, entonces decidí arreglarle las uñas, al principio estaba reacia, me decía que no quería un color tan fuerte y le comenté que tenía una pintura con brillantes y ella aceptó. Me contó que, en su juventud no le daba chance pintarse las uñas de las manos porque tenía que hacer comida para vender, hacía arepas a leña o fogón, sin embargo, optaba por pintarse las de los pies y tener los labios rojos bien pintados. Especificando que, el rojo en los labios era su favorito.
La hice reír en varias ocasiones, su cabeza a veces hace cortocircuito (por su demencia), y ella desconoce un poco su realidad, pero, justo esas horas que pasé con ella, sentí que estaba viviendo su presente, y pude disfrutarla. Mi abuela es una señora que admiro por su gran fortaleza y generosidad, no solo crío a sus hijos, a los de su esposo, y también a muchos de sus nietos. Fue un día que llevaré en mi corazón, y espero que se repita.
English version
Hello dear lifestyle friends. I am pleased to be able to make this particular post, because I want to talk about my experience taking care of my 96-year-old grandmother, this time by myself, and although it was only a matter of 2 hours, I think even less, I liked having controversial topics by her side, and knowing what she thinks about some particular topics that, due to taboo or shame, are not discussed in my family.
I was immediately left alone with her, I looked for some recreational activity for both her and me, then I decided to do her nails, at first she was reluctant, she told me that she did not want such a strong color and I told her that I had a paint with glitter and she accepted. She told me that, in her youth she did not have a chance to paint her fingernails because she had to make food to sell, she made arepas on a firewood or stove, however, she chose to paint her toenails and have her lips well painted red. Specifying that, red on the lips was her favorite.
I made her laugh on several occasions, her head sometimes short-circuits (due to her dementia), and she is somewhat unaware of her reality, but, just those hours that I spent with her, I felt that she was living her present, and I was able to enjoy her. My grandmother is a lady that I admire for her great strength and generosity, she not only raised her children, her husband's children, and also many of her grandchildren. It was a day that I will carry in my heart, and I hope it is repeated.
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