Grandest is seven and a half. As you know, I cover for my daughter when she has her stuff to do. The other day, Grandest came home from school where I greeted her with hugs and kisses and she grumped her way into the house saying, “I’m starving.” I checked her lunch box and it was apparent she didn’t eat anything all day so I made pasta an two meatballs and brought the dish into the small office and sat next to her. She had the computer going with an awful program in play.
“How was your day, honey? Are there any kids you know in your class?”
Her response was this. “Grans, why don’t you sit in the living room and write your book.”
In other words, get the heck out of my way while I unwind after my second day in second grade. Too much pressure for a small kid. She ate every drop of food, called out for milk, thanked me, kissed me and sent me on my way.
I did indeed write two chapters in my new story and took a little nap after feeding three cats and going on the porch to feed to huge rescue dogs who love their Grans. When daughter returned she said, “Did you have a nice nap, Mom?”
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Grandest with friends waiting for the bus first day of school before reality sets in.
I don’t know where she gets this instinct to love and protect all creatures, big and small; hairless two footed or furry four footed animals but she is fearless as she protects them all.
Last summer we drove to an exit on the NJ turnpike and picked up Gracie, a chocolate Lad/Setter who is now part of grandest granddaughter’s menagerie of two stray kitties . Add to this two cats needing foster care and one daughter hearing about them caged up. She becomes part of the chain of events in saving pets from a shortened life. A full time teacher at middle school and mother to six year old grandest, daughter expends her big heart to protect. I’m bursting with pride.
Gracie-tw0 years old
Foster cats look like they’re here to stay.
Have you ever adopted a pet instead of buying one? Rescue is a wonderful idea. See if it works for you and your family.
Determined to watch the final of the Women’s Open Tennis Championship yesterday even though my five and a half year old came over, I did the unheard of and put my wishes before hers. First time! And then she said, “Explain it to me, Granny. Who’s our fave?” I pointed to the strong beautiful athlete closest to us. “What’s her name?” “Serena Williams. I love her. I’ve watched Serena and her sister Venus play since they were teens and one time, I talked to Venus, just for a minute.” “What did you say, Grans?” She climbed on my lap that’s held so many children over so many years.
“You can do it. You can win.”
Her blue eyes sparkled. “You always say that to me, too. And then what happened?”
“Venus won the championship that year when no one thought she would.”
“’cause she listened to you?”
“No honey.” I kissed the top of her head. “Because she listened to herself and probably said ‘Yes I Can’.
P.S. Serena won against a younger tough marvelous Victoria in three sets. Grandest and I watched every glorious moment of the battle as I explained the rules, the game I love and competed in for many years. She yelled, “Good girl” and “Go Serena” and “Too bad, girl.”
Next year, if she’d like, I’ll buy a small racket and teach her how to hit the yellow ball.