My mother is in her 70s and is ageing. 5 years ago she had a brain haemorrhage (sp) which added years onto her. She's recovered fully but it has slowed her and increased her already present depression. She grew up during the war, basically was brought up by grandparents and boarding school while her parents larged it in Hong Kong, so there's a lot of psychological damage there which wasn't improved by a failed marriage.
She came to stay this weekend and it was heartbreaking to see her total inability to bond with my DDs (3yrs and almost 2 yrs). I'd been telling them she was coming so they were looking forward to it but her reticence and almost tangible fear of getting it wrong made her attempts at play or connection seem very hammed up and they sussed it out pretty quickly and were almost scared of her.
I encouraged her and them to try and play but it wasn't happening. After about 2 days of this, with her withdrawing from them more and more I suggested that she tried to read stories to them. I thought this would be an easy and passive activity for her that would engage them and be fun for all. So instead of getting out a load of books she sits them down and starts telling them a version of Watership Down from memory. Trouble is she couldn't really remember it and was also trying to make it less tragic so there was little contiuum or coherent plot. DD2 wandered off and DD1 was totally confused and kept asking where the wolf was.
Today, I asked my mum to do a puzzle with DD2 whilst I took some washing upstairs. Initally DD2 screamed and wasn't keen but I said she had to and just left them to it. It went quiet soon enough and I was happy that they'd finally managed to do something together. The doorbell then went and I came downsatirs to see mum sitting in the lounge doing the puzzle on her own and DD2 STANDING on the kitchen table. We had words.
I don't see how on earth I can get this relationship off the ground. She seems to have no concept of what is required for small children and whilst I totally accept this is possibly due to her age / brain haemmorage I can see how much it is hurting her, upsetting me and confusing the DDs.
I feel a mixture of anger, sadness and a strong desire to help, but don't know where to start. I almost feel like there's no point in trying.