We made and ate watermelon popsicles.
We took a family walk and fed a carrot to a palomino.
We flew a kite and played on a great new playground.
We had a blueberry pancake feed.
We watched “Veggie Tales” for the first time.
We got to swim in the darling neighbor lady’s pool.
We picked black raspberries and ate them, warm from the sun.
Those were some highlights from the two days Goggy and PaPa babysat our two granddaughters, 4 and 2. Yes, I am beyond exhausted, but it was a great time. This morning was the big exchange: The Other Grandma has them for the next two days, ‘til their parents return from a much-needed getaway.
At the big dropoff this morning, the little one hugged my knees and would not let go when she saw The Other Grandma. She was scared at the transition. (Naturally, it fed my grandmotherly ego.) She calmed down once we suggested she introduce that grandma to her three besties: Mousie, Raccoon and “Ducky” (who looks suspiciously like a bunny, but don’t let’s judge). She let go of my knees and settled in.
The older one was bubbling. “Grandma,” she said to The Other Grandma, “I have to tell you something!”
My chest puffed out. I expected her to tell about the wonderful things she got to do when she was with us.
“When they turned on the jets in their whirlpool bathtub, DIRT CAME OUT!!!!!”
I blushed. The one and only snafu! AARRGGHH!!! The tub was sparkling clean. Honest! It’s just that, I often wash off my legs in that tub after a hard day’s gardening. We hadn’t used the jets for so long I had no idea there was dirt inside them.
That is all she remembers from our glorious weekend?
Was that a look of pity, disgust or mirth on The Other Grandma’s face?!?
Oh, well. It really was a pretty funny moment. And yes, we drained the tub, got rid of the dirt, and re-filled with water. The girls were washed clean . . . and so was my overstuffed grandma pride. †
A man’s pride shall bring him low:
but honour shall uphold the humble in spirit.
By Susan Darst Williams • 6/29/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020