Ms. Magnolia June came to my house to play today while her mommy went on a field trip with Owen. We had a sweet time. Maggie is easy to take care of when it's just her. She plays endlessly with her dolls and the bears and the rabbits, is pretty much potty-trained, is funny and smart and loving.
She will not touch Maurice, aka Scratch, but loves to pat Jack.
She is telling me not to disturb the hen on the nest.
She loves the goats next door and is not in the least afraid of them.
She likes to feed the goats. And she also likes to feed her babies.
We walked to the post office and she pretended to be frightened every time a car came within earshot although she wasn't really. At the post office she wanted to know where HER mailbox was. She was sad when I told her she did not have one.
She can be a little bossy. When we're going outside and she's putting on her shoes (she insists on doing it herself) she will point that little finger at me and say, "You wait!" And of course I do.
When Lily and Owen came to pick her up she was happy to see them. Owen is such a good big brother. He has been since she was born.
After we went to the Post Office, we sat on the porch swing for awhile, swinging back and forth and I told her how when Owen was a baby I used to rock him to sleep on that porch.
She curled up beside me, leaning on me and I put my arm around her sweet, solid body and we rocked back and forth, watching the sky and the trees, the cars going by and we were quiet.
It was a precious moment.
I want to always remember that. I want her to always remember it too.
I hope she does.
My grands are much older, all the way from 15 to half way through twenties. My sister and I still remember and laugh till tears run over some memories like the very oldest crawling over a rug warp to reach the beater. They have some far back memories, too, but most are more recent.ReplyDelete
Well, I doubt that Maggie will remember that specifically but perhaps she will remember a sense of quiet peace and being loved. That's my hope, at least.Delete
What sweet pictures of that beautiful child! I bet in a few years those brothers of hers will be fighting off the boys wanting to see Miss Magnolia. She'll have big brothers to love her all her life....and that's a beautiful thing.ReplyDelete
If Maggie is anything like her mother (and I do believe she is) she will not need her brothers to fend off inappropriate and unwanted suiters. But if she does- they will be there. I always wanted a big brother and it's so cool to have a granddaughter who has two of them.Delete
She may not remember it but her body and mind and sense of well being will. The "do not disturb" photo made me "OMG", little angel darling woman baby! Oh, and is that zippy, the monkey? I had one as a child, He was my favorite until a neighbor girl stole him and substituted her Zippy for mine, Broke my heart, she would not give me back my Zippy...I am still sad about that-she did not give him the love that I gave him, a bad home, poor Zippy.ReplyDelete
That IS Zippy! Not the one I had and adored as a child (and I don't know what happened to him) but one I got on eBay. He was about the first thing I bought there. I had been searching for him desperately ever since he went missing. I completely understand your feelings about your Zippy. Even though this one is not my original one, I love him and I should be ashamed to admit how often I've hugged him and gotten comfort. The grands love him too.Delete
This has made me tear up. So so beautiful.ReplyDelete
Thank you, sweet Elizabeth.Delete
I loved the last few lines. There is a lot to be said for silence and just "being"...but it is funny how the memory works. Sometimes you want to hang on to particular moments - tattoo them in your mind, but it is the sub-conscious that decides what to keep and what to discard.ReplyDelete
You are absolutely right, Mr. P. I truly hope that Maggie's subconscious files away my quiet, complete love for her though.Delete
That's so sweet. You're both lucky women (you and your little woman grandbaby). She'll remember--in some form or fashion--for her whole life. She'll have a deep sense of being loved and valued.ReplyDelete
I hope so, Jennifer! With all of my heart.Delete
The end of this moved me so. She will certainly remember the feeling of deep safety and contentment, of being completely loved. It will sustain her always.ReplyDelete
Yes. That is my desire. And selfishly, the memory of that will sustain me, as well.Delete
I would very much like to be allowed to read your blog. While I don’t comment, I never miss reading.Delete
Every time I see her I'm stunned again by her beauty. The memory of all these moments are in her bones, growing her up into someone who knows how loved she is. You are such a wonderful grandma.ReplyDelete
Oh, I try to be! I just want them to know they were loved completely and utterly. If they grow up and have a sense of that, I have done my job.Delete
What a nice day! Your azaleas are looking great -- and I love Maggie shushing you to keep quiet for the chickens. :)ReplyDelete
She is the boss of me. As are all of the grandchildren.Delete
Those azaleas just grow and bloom. I do nothing to make it happen. And yet, they are glory.
you make me yearn for my baby grandchildren. they are all grown now.ReplyDelete
Well, you have a much better shot at great-grandchildren than I do. And then there will be even more babies. Can you imagine how wonderful that would be?Delete
Thank you, Jo. I am so lucky.Delete