Chis reminiscing about her grandsons
Yesterday JB told us about age catching up, reminding us. Funniest thing. i found myself in the same position, bereft of energy,, and like her having to recuperate for a couple of days.
So, I spent yesterday and today, reading, writing, and remembering. Days when I was loved and treasured by two wee boys who thought Grandma was pretty special.
They are busy growing up now. Teenagers. Too sophisticated to adore anyone with the purity of the child. As it should be.
This little piece from eleven years ago reminds me of joyous days with G1 and G2.
It’s a wonderful thing when a three year old finds his voice and language; words, sentences and phrases flow – nonstop; and his brother has reached a level of sophistication where he assists, guides and helps direct the care of the whirling dervish nuclear explosion his sibling has become. Three is an…
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