As we were picking out the spot for the tree, trying to navigate between the shade cast by grandpa’s pecan trees, I saw grandma dragging an old plastic chair over to the spot. I asked what she was doing, and she told me she wanted to watch me plant it. So, as I dug a three-foot hole, she sat, not five feet away from me, giving pointers and watching my efforts. At some point, her chair was so close that it was almost in the backswing of my shovel! Didn’t seem to bother her, she was determined to feel like she was participating, and it was clear she planned to keep sitting right where she was. I got her tree planted and learned a few lessons along the way. Most importantly, let grandma do and sit where she wants to.