Entertaining my Grandson

Mmmm, tastes good.

I have 4 grandsons and 3 granddaughters and now happily have 2 step grandsons and a step granddaughter. A lot of the fun of being a grandmother is having them visit. As a rule, we aren’t huge into co-parenting. So many of our friends have thrown themselves relentlessly into co-parenting. That is, they give up their freedom and help to raise their grandchildren. We prefer to enjoy our darlings so we have occasional visits. Last evening we had the pleasure of a visit from our youngest grandchild. Isai will be three years old in a couple of weeks and is very smart for his age. He already knows just what show he likes to see on television he knows which books are to be read to him; he knows what dinner he will enjoy; makes lots of intelligent decisions and continues to amaze us. For example the other day, he did not want to watch Smurfs on TV. He was not interested in one of my favorites, the Flintstones and so for the first time in my 62 years I found myself watching intently Nascar racing. He had his favorite driver picked out and was partial to the Green Race car. He made me choose between a lovely blue one and another bright red one. I wasn’t allowed to root for both. I had to name a  favorite. And so, when in doubt, I always choose blue. Now I entitled this post Entertaining my Grandson but I suspect you will have gathered that it is he who entertains and amuses his Poppa and I. Last night we put him into our large bed to watch a DVD for a bit and then go to sleep. He curled up with his blue puppy, his spongebob blanket and holding onto the case for the dvd Cars (surprise surprise) We did pray together first and he finished his prayer by thanking God for fast cars. Before I left the room, he invited me to “Lay beside me for a while Grandma and cuddle me.” He did not have to ask twice. Isai, like each of our grandchildren, is the light of our lives. They teach us to be loving beyond what one can even express. They teach us to laugh harder. They teach us to become semi-professional photographers. They take our hearts and make them swell with pride. They hold our hands with their small fingers and the joy threatens to overcome us. They appreciate every line on our faces. They show us how to find enthusiasm in every little moment of our days. They play out command performances in their recitation of their day at school. They bring us to our knees in thanksgiving. They make us rise above any ache or pain that could threaten our playing ball with them. They are God’s richest Blessings and we are overwhelmed.

5 responses

  1. I wish I could share all those wonderful things with my grand children! You are so very lucky!

    I shouldn’t complain, after all I am proud and very thankful to be a mother and grandmother, even if they are across the country!

    Love your stories Helen!

    .P. S. Did you find your My roots are in N. S. bag? I hope so. I left it in the RV. Ray saw me, but didn’t know what it was.

    Love you, M

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