Grandparenthood is a wonderful thing to be blessed with. You get to observe and plump up your peacock bragging feathers at every brilliant word that falls from tiny mouths as though their brilliance is somehow a direct result of your genetic presence. Somehow it is a time for wonderment and while you are pretty sure your own children went through the same development you were too busy working, cleaning, teaching, disciplining and just generally being a parent. Observation and contemplation of small miracles are definitely a bonus when one considers your offspring’s offspring.
I have mentioned previously G2’s commentary on life and living and learning. One of my faves of course is when his older brother taught him to never say the ‘F’ word and he didn’t even know what that particular word was but you got a scolding if you used the letter in any word until one he proclaimed, Granny fish begins with F and you can say it!’
I have noticed just how keen his observation skills are, rapidly developing, whilst my seem to be declining.
So – we were in the car the other day and I noticed a woman walking down the street and as we passed I noticed her tired looking too blonde dye job, her slight gimpy walk and thought that she generally looked weary and more round than lean.
As we rounded a corner G2 shouts out excitedly – Granny did you see that lady? She looks just like you. SHE has your face and everything!
Of course this is the same child that looked at a pic in a magazine that showed a very attractive young female standing next to a seated very elderly lady. Jokingly I asked him if the beautiful woman looked like me and very seriously he said no and pointed to the very ancient, must have been 90 lady and said that’s you Granny!
- Remiss and a grey moment (canadacountrygranny.wordpress.com)