The love between a grandmother and a grandson, so deep, so raw, so amazing, isn’t it??? Translated…
Before the New Year’s, I was, busying about, setting up, sponsoring our fortieth class reunion, then, I’d had to, busy myself about the house, to usher in my children and grandchildren home for the holidays.
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My maternal grandson, Fish, whom I’d looked after since he was born, followed his mom home to spend the New Year’s, and afterwards, the grandmother-grandson pair would often, head out to the country pass outside of the house, taking their strolls together. I was just, watching him, so concentrated on observing the insects, then, all of a sudden, he’d blurted out the professions of love toward me, “Grandma, I really, really love you oh, so much, would you, marry me?”
This child, since he was younger, he’d said things that shocked all of us, adults, I’d quickly answered him, “oh no, that won’t do, because I’m already married to grandpa already.”, I saw how down and disappointed he looked, I’d immediately explained, “after two strangers met and became friends, they needed to like one another, that, is the prerequisite for marriage.”, he had that question look on his face, so I’d continued, “Grandma had your mommy, my blood runs through your mommy, your mommy had you, her blood runs through you, so, my blood is also, in you………”, then, all of a sudden, it’s like, the clouds were lifted from his mind, “I know! Because we’re family, so we can’t get married.”
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“Wow, Fish, you are, so smart!”, his grandfather who’d tagged along on the walk gave him a thumbs up, and you couldn’t tell that every time Fish came visiting, the two of them out get in a wrestling match; what, do they wrestle for? To see who gets to sleep next to grandma, of course. And, each and every single time, it was always, his grandfather who’d, let him win.
Taking care of the grandchildren when we’d gotten aged, although we weren’t as energetic as we’d liked to be, but, every time we got to hear their childish talks, the twenty-four-hour never ending care’s trials and hardships all, vanished, and what replaced all of that was, this sweetness, this warmth that came from the inside of my heart, and maybe, this can be considered as, what moved the elderly population, their “second chance at youth”!
So, you can see, how this child who was raised by his grandparents are so very close to them, and that is usually the case, because the parents had to work, and so, the parents would hand their own young into the cares of their elderly parents, and, being elderly and needing to care for a young child may be tiresome, but it’s moments like these, that makes all the hardships more than worth it, being able to spend time with the grandchildren, allowing their childish words to put a smile on your faces.
Life, the Obstacle Course 