Each of my grandchildren are miracles, bundles of joy--and of course, perfect in all ways. What grandparent doesn't think just the same? I have one granddaughter, amongst several grandsons. She's the princess of the bunch, a special delight. Even as a toddler, her big blue eyes had a way of quieting my soul. She'd peek around a corner or over the table, just to see if grandma's arms were free...and then crawl into my lap. She's a bit older now, same big blue eyes. She still likes to hug, especially if accompanied by a game or book to read. And, she loves, loves the movie Frozen ("the best movie ever made!" she claims), and dances about the room to Let It Go.
When I visit my little pixie, I'm drawn into imaginary kingdoms and stuffed animal sanctuaries. My last visit, though, was particularly magical for a surprising reason. As I was marveling at granddaughter's energy (she was hopping around the room), my perfect grandchild said, "Grandma, if you were still married to grandpa, you would have a dog." Her comment came from no where, and after she said it, she continued to fly about the room. It simply was a statement of fact. She could care less about the ended marriage; her focus was the dog.
I laugh every time I think of this. How did we adults get so complicated?
When I visit my little pixie, I'm drawn into imaginary kingdoms and stuffed animal sanctuaries. My last visit, though, was particularly magical for a surprising reason. As I was marveling at granddaughter's energy (she was hopping around the room), my perfect grandchild said, "Grandma, if you were still married to grandpa, you would have a dog." Her comment came from no where, and after she said it, she continued to fly about the room. It simply was a statement of fact. She could care less about the ended marriage; her focus was the dog.
I laugh every time I think of this. How did we adults get so complicated?
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