Death and Kids

Last May, my grandchildren's paternal grandfather died. Over the last year they have had numerous visits to his home and watched their parents and aunt sort through the household items and personal affects. They have witnessed many conversations on where and to whom things should go.

 One day I was in my bedroom and my granddaughter at 2, spied my necklaces hanging on a rack. I took them down for her to look at. My 7 year old grandson ran in and called to his 5 year old brother. "Domi, come here. Antonia, look at the necklaces. Pick out what you want for after Monya dies!"

Don't Forget Your Shoes

The grandkids and I went shopping for school supplies on Friday. I offered to take them out for breakfast, but since they think I make the best eggs, they opted to eat here.

 Getting three kids, street ready a

nd presentable, took some time but we were finally ready to head out. Karl, 7, set the lock on the door. They all grabbed a bottle of water, and while I was hunting for their shoes, I commented, "We can't forget your shoes. Where are they?" "In the car," the boys chorused. That's when Antonia pointed and ran into the livingroom. I followed to see her picking up her sandals. Pretty smart for 2. 

We hustled out, I closed the door, and began to load them into the car, adjusting car seats as needed. I tossed my purse into the front seat and looked down, no shoes. Pretty inept for 54.

Grandchildren

My grandchildren give me so much joy. I guess being able to observe kids and the way they process information is too precious. 

We were talking with the boys about natural disasters and I was telling them what it was like to have a tornado pass through. We used to go down the basement, hide under my dad's work bench, and pull a mattress over the opening. 

 Their Paacha had the bright idea of showing them excerpts from the movie "Twister" so that they could see a tornado. We rarely have them in VT. 

They went on up ahead of me and I entered the room to see the boys, Karl (7) and Dominic (5) with just their heads peeking out from under the futon to watch the movie. Did they think it was comparable to me hiding under a workbench. Every time I think of it, I smile.