Saturday, July 31, 2010
This morning while I was talking with my daughter, I could hear my granddaughter sounding sad in the background. My daughter informed me that Kenzie couldn't find her little toy doggie. I teasingly said it ran away to my house, which brought her to the phone. I told her it was here visiting with my dog, Tasse but I would tell it to go home. "He'll be home soon. Maybe he's hiding in your closet." I played along. I wish I were there to play with her in person, but this was the next best thing.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I am on the way home from visiting my older brother in Nevada. Ever since my granddaughter was born, he has made remarks that she has her whole life ahead of her and he may not be around much longer. This was the first time he met my husband and my son. I visited him 5 years ago and that was the first time I'd seen him in about 20 years. Knowing how quickly the years go by and how easily life gets in the way of our good intentions, motivates me to keep in touch with my grandkids. I hope time and life never get in the way...
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I've probably said this a million times, I always thought I'd be close by my kids and remain a part of their lives. Well, life has other plans. They grow up and move away, and if you are very lucky, they keep in touch. My daughter has done an excellent job of keeping me informed of their daily lives. That's the best part, the ordinary going-ons of their days. It helps me picture them there in their home. When she calls with a triumphant report of Kenzie's potty training, I hear her announce in the background, "I did it!". These little things she calls to tell me are 'big' things to me. I AM a part of their lives.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Packing for a visit with our grandkids always involves more than our personal items. I start months ahead of time collecting small gifts to take to them. Mostly books. The drive takes us about 8 to 10 hours depending how long our leg-stretch breaks take. I packed a cooler with bottles of water and our favorite Lipton Green Tea with Citrus. To minimize our stops and stave off hunger, I packed an eco-friendly grocery bag of snacks. When we arrived at our daughter's house, the bag was stashed in a corner in the kitchen. Our little granddaughter spent the whole weekend investigating the treats in that bag, each day discovering something new to taste. She'd alternately beg or sneak a bite of CHEEZ-ITs, or Reese's Pieces. Fortunately, there were still a few items left for us to munch on our return trip. When we got back home and started unpacking, I found a tiny Barbie Doll blouse in the bag--evidence of Kenzie's treat raids during our visit. Was she sharing her special things with us? Or was she insuring our return? No doubt about it, the summer cleaning projects can wait. We are already planning our return visit to meet our new grandbaby in October.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
At the end of our Memorial weekend visit with our grandkids, I scooped up first my granddaughter then my grandson and kissed up each cheek. Little Makenzie giggled through it, and Cedric smiled. He's getting close to being too big for kisses. He tolerates it with smiles because he sees us only twice, sometimes three times a year. If we lived close by I probably wouldn't get away with it. That last night, my husband stayed up late. I hugged Ced goodnight and felt his little warm body. I teased him that he should come to bed with me to be my heater, since Papa was staying up. After I dressed for bed, Cedric came quietly in and asked if I really wanted him to sleep with me until Papa came to bed. He promised Papa he'd wake up and go to his bed on the couch when he was ready to come to bed. He is eleven, and a half. I guess he's not too big for kisses from Gubba.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
We're visiting our grandkids for this Memorial Weekend. I brought books for the kids. I always bring books. Books for me to read, and books for gifts for them. Always books. I guess it's a grandma's job. The title of one book is "Grandma and Me". It's a lift-the-flap book. It begins by asking Who's at the door. You guessed it, it's grandma and she brought books. As we sat visiting, my granddaughter asked if she could have some Cheese-its we brought with us. I teased her that she could only have one. She said, "Only one, not too much." She kept jabbering something. My daughter explained it's a book they read. They held this whole book talk. She made a connection from one word in our conversation to a book she reads regularly with mom. Two and a half and she loves reading. She'll sit and read the new books over and over. Since I got here we've read the books twice. After each one she says, "What next?" That's the best thing about books, there is always another to read.
Monday, May 24, 2010
This coming weekend we will be on the road again. We'll be visiting our beautiful grandkids. My little granddaughter is two and a half and as cute as can be. She gets lots of attention. My grandson is eleven and can entertain himself. I always worry that I will lavish all my attention on my granddaughter and neglect my grandson. Babies naturally get all the attention. I am determined to balance my attention equally between the two of them this time. We'll be visiting them again in October, after the new baby arrives. Then there will be three grandkids to shower with attention. I hope I learn this balancing act by then.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Yesterday I called my daughter and a little voice picked up. It was my little granddaughter, Makenzie. She jabbered something that my daughter translated a few minutes later as, "I got a Happy Meal. I didn't get a Shrek." How often in life do we anticipate one thing and get another. It won't be the first or only time for her. We spend so much time wanting, stressing, worrying over these little concerns. We miss the little surprises that pop in their place. LIke the Pinnochio toy she got instead of Shrek. An opportunity to fall in love with a different Disney character. He happens to be my favorite.
Friday, May 21, 2010
My daughter and I stay in close contact. No more than 3 days go by, and one or the other of us is calling to see how things are going. I love the early morning calls on my way to work. Or the excited, spur of the moment calls heralding news of some great accomplishment of the kids. That was the type of call I received recently. Makenzie has been potty training. Carrie gives me updates on her progress. We've had a few congratulatory chats about wearing "big girl panties". This most recent call was of the 'other' kind of potty. Yay! That is really good news considering there is a new baby on the way. Each call is subject to Makenzie's mood as to whether she'll talk to me or not. Most times she whispers her answer to my questions, trying to draw out some conversation from her. Or she just nods her head in answer and I hear my daughter remind her, "Say yes, Gubba can't hear you shake your head." Most of the conversations are with my daughter keeping me abreast of their lives. I love to listen to the sweet sounds of the kids in the background. It's like those candid photos from unexpected moments of life.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Someone once told me that when something happens to one child, everyone feels it. I know it to be true for me. I can't watch news of a tragedy involving a child without feeling as if it happened to one of my children. Bullying is a tragedy. Recently, my beloved grandson was the victim of bullying. Bullying of the racist kind. When the story was spilled, we realized it had been going on for a couple of months. With the move to a new school, he was just trying to fit in, find his place. There was no room in that for telling. When he did, he told his mom he felt like killing himself. Many would say, "That's just kids being kids. It'll make him tough." I say it's what caused Columbine, and the young girl from Ireland that killed herself. When I was young, kids made fun of me because I wore thick glasses. That was easily remedied later with contact lenses. How do you fix the wound in the soul that cuts into who you are? We're lucky. We have a talking family. We talk it out. And we love heartily. And my grandson WILL rise above this little bump in his path. He is going places. His Nana said so.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Makenzie talks to her baby brother through her mommy's belly button. She pokes her little finger in and talks to him. When her mommy asks her what she's doing, she says, "I wanna see my baby". It seems they already share a connection. Through the belly button. He is nourished by his mommy through that umbilical cord, and nourished by his sissy through the belly button. Nourished by words, and giggles, and pokes. He'll already know her when he arrives. I bet the first thing he does is poke her in the belly button!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My daughter's ultrasound was scheduled for last Wednesday. Her husband took the day off, and they planned to take their son to school late so he could be there with them when they found out. It seems the new baby is quite shy, kept its face covered with both arms and its legs crossed. After some jostling, it finally uncrossed its legs for a split second, only to quickly cover itself with its hands. My daughter and the technician were the only ones who 'thought' they saw... Just remember dear daughter that I thought your son would be a daughter, right up until the moment he was born.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A new baby will grace the ranks of our family come September. Tomorrow we will find out if it will be a girl or a boy. Doesn't matter-we'll love them both the same. There are nine years between the first two, and three between the last two. Perfect all around. They don't live across the country now. They are only 10 hours away. We manage to get in 2 - 3 visits a year. I'd love to take them for a weekend, or just for the evening so my daughter and her husband can have a 'date night'. When the second one came along, I worried that my grandson, who is quite a bit older and had all our attention for so long, would be jealous of the new baby. He adores his little sister. Now the little girl will move to the middle child position, and my worry is for her. She will be 3 shortly after the new baby arrives. She still needs her mommy quite a bit. She still wakes frequently at night, and only mommy will do. I also worry for my daughter who will need her sleep, and will be contending with two little ones at once. Life has a way of working out without my help. they are all in loving hands, my son-in-law.