On October 1, Jimmy Carter celebrated a major milestone, becoming the first U.S. president to reach 100 years old. While his family honored this remarkable moment, his grandson shared that Carter is now “very limited in what he can do,” reflecting on the final stages of his life’s journey.
Friends and family gathered in Plains, Georgia, Carter’s hometown, to celebrate his birthday, marking the first one without his wife Rosalynn. President Joe Biden sent a heartfelt message, acknowledging the bittersweet occasion, reminding Carter that even though Rosalynn passed away, she remains with him in spirit.
The milestone celebration took place at the home Carter and Rosalynn built in the 1960s, where Carter has been in hospice care. His grandson Jason shared that this home has always provided Carter with the most comfort and support, and there is no other place where he’d want to spend these final moments.
Jason also spoke about the difficulty his grandad has faced since Rosalynn’s death, after 77 years of marriage, noting that no one can fully understand what Carter is going through. He emphasized the importance of accepting that this stage of life is deeply spiritual and beyond full comprehension.
At the birthday celebration, Carter’s son Chip and other family members enjoyed cupcakes on the lawn while World War II planes flew overhead in honor of the former president. Chip mentioned that Carter is still engaged and intends to live long enough to vote in the upcoming election, showing his continued dedication to democracy.
Jason reflected on the significance of Carter’s 100 years, highlighting the immense good he’s done throughout his life. He also shared how the last 19 months, during which Carter has been in hospice, have been an opportunity for the family and the world to reflect on his legacy.
While physically limited and rarely leaving home, Carter remains emotionally engaged, still laughing and enjoying meaningful experiences in these final stages of his journey. Jason expressed that this time has been deeply significant for his grandfather, a unique chapter of life that can only be experienced at the very end.
I’m a mom to a 9-year-old boy, and let me tell you, the mess in his room has been driving me up the wall!
The chaos in my son, Leo’s, room was legendary. Toys lay strewn across the floor like fallen leaves, clothes were draped over every available surface, and a mountain of dirty laundry threatened to engulf his bed. I’d nagged, I’d pleaded, I’d even resorted to threats, but nothing seemed to penetrate the fog of his youthful disorganization.
Then, my in-laws arrived for a barbecue. As the aroma of grilling burgers filled the air, I vented my frustrations to my mother-in-law, lamenting the eternal struggle against the tyranny of childhood clutter.
She listened patiently, a twinkle in her eye. “Oh, don’t worry, dear,” she said, “I’ll get him to clean it up.”
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “How, exactly?”
She simply smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’ll see.”
And see, I did. My mother-in-law, with the grace of a seasoned magician, approached Leo, who was currently engrossed in a video game. She whispered something in his ear, her voice a low, conspiratorial murmur.
Leo, initially resistant, suddenly sprang to his feet, a look of excitement replacing his usual indifference. He bolted upstairs, a whirlwind of energy, leaving a trail of discarded toys in his wake.
Within an hour, a miracle had occurred. Leo’s room was transformed. Toys were neatly tucked away in bins, clothes were folded and placed in drawers, and the mountain of laundry had miraculously vanished. Even the dreaded “Lego death trap” lurking under the bed was miraculously cleared.
Astonished, I turned to my mother-in-law. “What did you say to him?” I demanded, my curiosity piqued.
She chuckled, her eyes twinkling. “Oh, I simply told him I had hidden a hundred dollars somewhere in his room. He had to find it before he could have any dessert.”
My jaw dropped. “You bribed him?”
“Of course,” she replied, “A little incentive never hurt anyone.”
And there it was. The secret to conquering the chaos of childhood: a little bit of bribery and a whole lot of grandma magic.
From that day on, I adopted my mother-in-law’s strategy. A misplaced toy? “I hear the tooth fairy is looking for a hiding spot for some extra special coins…” A forgotten chore? “I wonder where I put those extra movie tickets I was saving for you…”
Leo, initially skeptical, quickly learned the game. He became a cleaning machine, his room miraculously transforming into a haven of order and cleanliness whenever the “treasure hunt” was announced.
And while some might argue that bribery is not the most ethical parenting technique, I couldn’t help but admire my mother-in-law’s ingenuity. After all, in the battle against childhood clutter, a little bit of strategic maneuvering never hurt anyone.
Besides, who am I to argue with results? Leo’s room was cleaner than it had ever been, and I was finally enjoying a moment of peace and quiet. And that, I realized, was priceless.
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