Wiseguy was a very lucky man today. No…a VERY lucky grandfather today. He got to babysit…nope….entertain…little Kennie. Believe me….she played games with him as much as he played games with her. A battle of wits. Entertaining? Yes. Tiring? Absolutely.
Growing up, my mother always told me that she felt bad because I didn’t have grandparents or great grandparents. “I have to be your mother, grandmother, great grandmother, best friend.” That never made sense to me. I thought she was just rambling…you know…the way mothers always do, and it never made sense.
Well, becoming an aunt was a learning experience. I remember talking to my first nephew and niece (only 17 months apart) and trying to impart words of wisdom without having them burst into tears. Then later, I became a stepmother. Mother might have been easier, don’t know, but stepmother, to tweens and teens, not easy either. Lots of “behind the door” tears because I couldn’t show hurt or failure. I lived and survived it and learned a lot from that experience.
Now, we’re at the fun part of life. Becoming a grandma at 42. Although surprising, it was AWESOME! I still have energy to keep up with the wee wonder-girl! Our Kennie (who will be 2 years old at the end of august) is just hilarious. Her two-syllable vocabulary and her imitations are amazing and fun and entertaining and adorable. You can see how much time her mom spends with her. She teaches her many things from singing to counting (by the way…counting starts like this..you say “one” and she continues with “two” …there is no “one” in her vocab. Anyway, toddlers are fun. Entertaining, fun, and…extremely tiring.
So, when Wiseguy told me that he got to babysit (ahem…hang out with) little Kennie, I was jealous…in a happy way. It’s nice for him to have fun play time with little Kennie.
Honestly, kids have an amazing view of the world and what is determined as “fun”. Grandpa was brilliant. He decided that it was time to water the flowers in the backyard. “Kennie do.” Yup, the hose, full of water, was initially aimed at watering the flowers. Then it became a fountain, spraying on Kennie and the puppies and everywhere BUT the flowers. Fun? Totally! What else did the dynamic duo do?
They ran around the house. They drew pictures. They ate fruit. They played with the “Gogs” (aka dogs). They had lunch. Then grandma came home at lunch and luckily got to put little Kennie down for a nap. Nothing like watching a wee child sleep in peace. Those little breaths in and out and that peaceful look on their face. Absolute comfort and happiness.
After work, Grandma came home to the welcoming, happy face of wee Kennie and “come”…time to play. We forget to play. We adults play, but sadly, it’s usually a play to win situation. Grandma just had to play with Kennie by dancing. A little boogie woogie and giggling with mommy. Then I had Kennie help set the table because “Kennie do” was all I heard.
Grandpa Wiseguy was happy. He got to have fun playing games with the pre-two year old all day. She had a two hour nap. She scarfed down lunch. She gave lots of hugs and held his hand and helped water the flowers and played drums and just gabbed and laughed and played with grandpa.
After Princess and Little Kennie went home after dinner, I got a lovely text message “out like a lightbulb”. I was so happy that Kennie had a wonderful day with both grandpa and great-grandpa. I texted back: Grandpa out too.
Sweet dreams Grandpa. You done good.
(Just a small note: I have heard this phrase many times before, but in case you haven’t…it takes a village to raise a child. The more the merrier. All hands on deck. Lots of supervision, lots of love, and lots of different views from different generations. Yes, it does take a loving village to raise a child.)