I love taking my kids to visit my grandparents, because my Nina and Pap seem more alive around Jonathan and Faith. Whereas I can feel worn out and beaten up, my grandparents seem to absorb some of the youthfulness of my children. Their eyes light up, they laugh, point, clap and encourage. They have nothing but time to enjoy their great-grandchildren. The messes don’t concern them. The broken semi-treasures are of no concern. The fingerprints and smudges bring them joy days after our visit. It is so very good for me to see my twin toddlers through their eyes.
Yesterday, we went to the park with them. My 85 year-old grandfather pulled the kids in their choo-choo wagon part of the way. My 77 year-old grandmother whipped out a bag from her pocket and the kids were shown how to collect pine cones. Everything we did was unrushed, and unhurried. I was conscious of my Pap’s bad hip, and slowed my pace. I saw laughter in my Nina’s eyes when Jonathan started getting into mischief, which helped me to see him through her eyes, and I didn’t get angry with him.I am so very disappointed that I forgot my camera, but I was mentally taking pictures of little Faith reaching up to take Pap’s hand. And although he is awfully heavy, Nina carried Jonathan when his chubby little arms reached up to her, pleading for her to carry him. What will stay with me in the years to come was Nina saying:
If ever there was something in the world that felt better than a little hand in mine, I have never felt it.
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