The love that binds us <3

Nobody talks much about this but there is a charm to the early years of grandparenting that has to change. It has to adjust and adapt because little cherubs grow and they should. It’s part of life. 

This morning, I spent what was actually a half hour, but was described to me later as lasting an eternity, helping G-dawg with an assignment. He did the work, I pointed out the words that no one (including him) could read, read the questions again to see if anything could be added and corrected spelling over his shoulder. 

As I sat between the various sessions of reviewing what was written, I looked at his bent head and remembered reading stories and playing games and taking walks and building zoos not so very long ago. I remembered how he used to sit in the front door for 45 minutes waiting for me to arrive on the days I came up. 

It’s not the same but it’s no less special to me. 

I’m not afraid of his teen ways. I am not put off by his attitude or strong emotions. I don’t care any more now than I did then what didn’t get done back home so I could be here with him and for him today. And when he says “Love you, Lola” in a deeper voice or gives me that hug and smile that are 100% him, it still melts my heart. 

The only thing that stinks is I won’t get to see him through to all the phases and stages he will have, but I know they will be a mixed bag. All of life is. He will have highs and lows, struggles and triumphs. He will have wins and losses and eventually understand some of what escapes him now. 

And my prayers and heart will follow him all the way. Those are eternal and won’t ever change <3