Your Mission, Should You Choose To Accept It

Have you heard of Winter Growth? The mission of this regional nonprofit is to offer “Assisted Living, Memory Care, and Adult Day Programs that empower older adults to live their best lives.” Winter Growth, whose Howard County location is in Harpers Choice, will soon be offering a new program that connects young people with their elders. It’s called the Grandkid Investigator Series.

The creator of the Grandkid Investigator Series, Isabel Tom, is from Rockville. You can learn more about her at her website, The Value of Wrinkles.

My name is Isabel Tom. I offer easy-to- understand insight to equip and encourage grandchildren and adult children to care for their older loved ones.

The “mission” for grandkid investigators is for kids to gather as much “evidence" as they can about their grandparent/older friend. The kit contains individual missions on various topics such as fashion, holidays, travel, and favorite foods. Children don’t always know how to begin conversations with grandparents and/or older folks in general. This could provide an appealing and low stress framework for intergenerational communication.

Who says you have to be an adult to be a history detective?

Here’s a brief news video that explains what the Grandkid Invesigator Series is all about:

Grandkid Investigator Series, Young Investigators connecting with grandparents, NBC4 Washington

You can learn more and sign up for the upcoming series by reaching out to Becky Donahue at Winter Growth: becky.donahue@wintergrowthinc.org

Mission One begins January 25th.

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