Recently, Kate has indicated that she likes being with me and that she feels “safe” with me. I suspect that she means something more than safe. I think she is expressing her dependence on me. She feels secure with me because she can ask me anything. I don’t believe she feels the same way with our sitters. Several times lately, she has given me a scowl as I left her with them. She has been very careful not to convey this to the sitters themselves, at least when I am there.
Yesterday, when I got back from Rotary and a meeting at the Y, I found Kate and Anita sitting on the sofa in the family room going through one of her family photo books. This one focused on her mother’s family. While I was bringing in some things from the store and looking at our mail, the two of them continued for another ten minutes. They both seemed to be happy. That really made me feel good.
A little later at Barnes & Noble, Kate was working on her iPad when she needed help with several of her puzzles. This was far from the first time, but the specific problems suggest how difficult they are getting. She gave up on two of them and let me finish them for her. On another, she had only three pieces to complete the puzzle and was stumped. This is a 16-piece puzzle, so the pieces are large. One of the pieces was a corner. I showed her the piece and explained that it had two flat sides and would have to go in one of the corners. Then I showed her the three corners that were already filled and pointed to the empty space at the bottom right corner. I told her the piece would go in that spot. She didn’t understand. I put it in for her.
Next, I showed her the empty adjoining spaces and the two pieces that would go there. She couldn’t tell which one went where. This must be getting frustrating for her. I do hope that she doesn’t have to give up her puzzles.
It wasn’t long before she asked my name. I told her. She started to repeat it. Then she said, “Tell me again.” I told her. Within minutes, she asked again. I told her. She asked again. I told her again. Then she said, “And I am?”
We went straight from Barnes & Noble to Chalupas for dinner. Then we came back home. She went to brush her teeth. When she didn’t come into the family room, I looked for her. I found her in the hallway. I said, “There you are. I was looking for you.” She said, “Where do you want me?” I told her our bedroom and that she might want to get ready for bed. She asked me to get her something to wear. When I got back to her room, I found that she had been in bed in the guest room next to our bedroom. It was obvious that she had gotten confused about where she was to go.
At dinner, she told me she was tired and not likely to last long. She was right. She called it a night just before 9:00. Before she got to sleep, I walked into the bedroom humming something. She laughed and said, “You’re cute.” Then she said, “What’s your name?” And then, “What’s my name?” A few minutes later she said, “Where are we?”
It was a nice day, but I really wish she didn’t have to go through this.
