Category: grandchildren
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To Grandma’s House
Each November our grade school music teacher had us sing, “Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go,” probably in reference to Thanksgiving with the grandmother. As I consider it today, it reminds me of both my town and country grandmothers. I am thankful for both although neither fit today’s mythical,…
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Grandma’s toy box
My granddaughter pulled toys out of my toy cupboard. She turned to her mother and commented, “I think Grandma has more toys than we do.” Her mother just laughed. She knew who the real winner was, but Caroline is right. I do have a lot of toys. I like toys. I like to see little…
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And then they were gone
As I write this the Pennsylvania grandchildren are packing their suitcases, preparing for the long trip home. We will cross paths with their mother somewhere in Tennessee. It has been an intense month. These old folks enjoy every minute of having time with family, but having four additional people in the house for a month…
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Athlete of the day
Failure is not an option for the true athlete. Jacob, my daughter’s husband, proved it doubly Saturday at the Boomtown Triathlon. The sprint begins with a quarter of a mile swim, a 15-mile bike ride and finishes with 3.1 miles of running, walking or dragging yourself across the finish line anyway that you can. Jacob…
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That day was not the way we planned it
At our house, nothing ever goes quite as planned. Take the halfway mark visit that the four grandchildren’s parents promised before the quartet came to stay for a month. The mold issues in their home took a lot more time and energy than their mom had anticipated, so instead of her coming, my son planned…
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A mooving, fun time at Chick-fil-A
Free food? I did a double take at the email. To get it, customers just had to show up at a Chick-fil-A wearing a cow costume or something with a cow theme. Such a quandary. Look silly and save money or keep one’s dignity, stay home and skip the free stuff. Or it would have…
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Study until it hurts then keep on until it is a joy
The perfect child does not exist, so why is it always a surprise when we discover that our wonderful children have failed? I don’t know, but the day it happened to my daughter she called to ventilate her shock. Her son Eli reported a very low grade on a paper. “The teacher said that most…
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going back home with the kids
Childhood memories dictate my daughter’s summer visits. They had barely cleared the doorway when she began planning a hot dog roast in the back yard with her children. We still use the same spot where she burnt plenty of dogs. I realized the torch had passed to the next generation when her seven-year-old son proudly…