I knew that I needed to spend some time with those three children. And I also knew that I didn't want to spend the day in my head doing mindless chores and that spending time with my grands would prevent that in all regards.
And it was absolutely a delightful day.
It was too hot to go outside so we did indoor things. Owen and Gibson and I played a rousing game of Battle and then I got out some wooden beads that Kathleen had given me when she moved into the house that she and her husband restored and rebuilt before she died. We sat down at the dining room table and by golly- those kids made some jewelry!
I was so impressed! Maggie did get one needle stick in her finger but it didn't even bleed so I'm pretty sure she'll be fine. There were a few tears but once the Band-aid was applied, all was well and she lived to bead again. They made necklaces and bracelets and a headband and Owen even made earrings that loop over his entire ears. They used all of the beads.
And then we had lunch. There were cheese toasts and tuna salad and watermelon. It was delicious.
The kids were so good and I was in a fine mood and after I'd cleaned up from lunch, Owen wanted to go through my jewelry to see if I had any earrings he might have. If you recall, my little rock-n-roll guy has both ears pierced now. So we looked at all my jewelry and it would appear that I have jewelry I don't know where I got or why I even have, for that matter. But there you go. Another gift of aging- it's all new every day!
I found a few old stud earrings I'll never wear and he liked them so I gave them to him. I also found two miniature red dice that I really have no clue as to their origin. They had been part of some sort of jewelry before as they had the little wire circles to attach to something and Owen fell in love with them. I found two old plain earring wires and managed to get the tiny dice on them and voila! Red dice earrings! He was thrilled. I was too. It made him so happy.
And then Magnolia wanted to sit on the swing which is on the little porch that we can access from either my bathroom or my bedroom and so I asked Gibson to join us and we all sat on that swing and watched a storm come in and it truly was a magical time. There was a banana spider above our heads who had her web between the chains of the swing but we paid her no mind and she did not bother us at all. Maggie got down and went into the house to fetch one of her babies and we sat there and listened to the thunder and watched the lightening and gently swung with the spider swaying above us, the huge oak tree in front of us collecting wind in its leaves and then the rain came.
"Hey you guys," I said. "I want to say something."
"Okay," they said.
"What I want to say is that this is one of my favorite moments ever of being your grandmother."
And it was. I wanted to remember it forever and I told them that, too.
"Take a picture!" said Owen.
"I'm taking pictures in my mind," I said.
But I took a few with my phone, too.
Of course that doesn't do the moment justice but there it is- three happy children doing nothing at all but rocking in a swing on MerMer's porch while the rain came down. I wouldn't have traded that for anything in the world. It was some sort of perfection for my heart. I spent so much time on that swing with Owen and with Gibson when they were babies, singing to them and trying to get them to fall asleep, reading them books when they were older and just talking about stuff. Owen and Gibson used to pretend that the swing was a ship on the sea and there were many adventures we sailed into with Captain Owen and First Mate Gibson.
And then it was time to get ready for Jason to come and pick them up and Gibson, remembering how proud I was of him last week for cleaning up the den by himself to surprise me said, "You guys take it easy! I got this!"
And off he went and in just a few minutes, the room was as tidy as could be, all the toys put away and everything where it should be.
Again, he was most proud.
See his jewelry?
This is definitely a stage I want to encourage for as long as it will last.
And then Jason got here and they went a little wild but not too bad and he got them in the car and off they went after I kissed them except for Maggie who, suddenly, was not having it. That was okay. She gave me many kisses during the afternoon.
It was just so damn sweet. And easy. I am grateful as hell for every minute of it.
To be honest, it's not always that way with grandchildren. They can be in moods and I can be in moods and spilled juice can be major and messes can drive me to distraction and arguments can make me want to yell, and, and, and...
But today all of the elements came together to form a sort of grandmother's perfect dream with hugs galore and lots of laughing and lots of sweet memories and a seeming truce between the three siblings that probably didn't last until they got home but it was purely great while it lasted.
And Lily got to rest some and I am so glad of that.
A good day. I didn't get a damn thing done and I don't care at all. I did exactly what I wanted to do and it was all good.
So. There you go and there you have it.
Another day in Lloyd.
I sure do feel lucky.
umm.......I must chide you for saying *I didn't get a damn thing done*......LOL......because you DID! It wasn't weeding, cooking, ironing or laundry.....or walking....but it was loving and productive time with your grands. My dear friend Lynne always chides me likewise when I say I didn't *do a thing*......except read and do one load wash*......and she says......*AND....THAT isn't productive*? I find as I *mature* I have to re-define *productive*......ReplyDelete
A grandmother's perfect dream day is perfect and will happen over and over, if Gibson has anything to do with it.ReplyDelete
What a great day! And you captured it so perfectly with your descriptions. (Reading stuff like this makes me really look forward to being a grandmother!)ReplyDelete
This post touched me. I just keep thinking about how someday in the distant future those three gorgeous children will be all grown up and will come to read this beautiful telling of a simple, happy summer day spent with their MerMer...and they will remember their beloved grandmother, maybe with some tears but also with joy-filled hearts that she loved them so much and left them this amazing gift of her words. Sigh. My heart overflows.ReplyDelete
A beautiful account. I suspect that Magnolia would not kiss you when she left because she wanted to stay. As for the beaded jewelry, well that's what hippies used to wear and Lord knows that the world needs more hippies these days. Peace and love man! Peace and love!ReplyDelete
What a terrific day! I love the jewelry-making. My babysitter used to have a big jar of buttons that my brother and I loved to play with as kids -- for some reason, little colorful objects (beads, buttons) just make the most absorbing toys. I'm glad you got to have these moments with them, and more to the point, to tell them how much it all meant to you. And I'm glad everyone got along with the spider!ReplyDelete
A perfect day.ReplyDelete
I like what Yorkshire Pudding said, we definitely need more hippies in this world.
your days with the grandkids always bring up memories of my own. I have a bead box and acquired a huge bag of all kinds of colors and different shapes of beads and mine would come over to make jewelry...necklaces and bracelets, even the boy but there came a time when he stopped making jewelry with us girls. I figured peer pressure at school convinced him it wasn't cool for boys to be doing that.ReplyDelete
So sweet! Those kids are so lucky. And that Gibson is just a darling boy!ReplyDelete
Yes, a perfect day ~ I imagine Kathleen’s heart smiling from her place in the universe at those happy children making jewelry from her wooden beads. I believe you accomplished a damn fine thing today!ReplyDelete
I love what YP said too, more hippies please! A perfect telling of a perfect day. Much love.ReplyDelete
You got such wonderful grandchildren!ReplyDelete
So sweet. I get to see my 16 yo boy next week! He has a girlfriend! They're having sex!!!! with birth control of course.ReplyDelete
Gawd. I dimly remember what 16 was like. They do grow up so fast.
What a wonderful time...I loved beads when I was a kid, and these are so fortunate to have a grandma with a collection for them.ReplyDelete
"three happy children doing nothing at all but rocking in a swing on MerMer's porch while the rain came down." You describe perfection here, and moment of divinity, so fine and good and infused with love, and how wise of you to notice it as it happened.ReplyDelete