Grandchildren Blog Posts
Today is my grandsons, Jack and Luke’s, birthdays. In their honor I’d like to share their favorite chocolate cake recipe.
My youngest granddaughter called and we were face timing, a regular happening during this season of isolation. It’s killing her that she hasn’t been able to see her chickens that she picked out as babies and brought home. She likes for me to walk around our garden paths to see how “her” plants are growing: the green beans reaching with their first tendrils to climb the trellis and the eggplant and okra poking their heads out but waiting for the heat to really thrive.
I heard, really heard for the first time the words of a familiar Christmas Carol, “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.” The specific words which grabbed my attention were, “Our hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.”
My emotions are like the cumbersome metronome swinging predictably from one weighted side to the other on the top of our ancient upright childhood piano. Back and forth, back and forth it swings. I’ve allowed my holiday mood to be dictated by whatever the most recently received crackling ethernet message is. I should instead give the myriad, joyful, effervescent family stories the permission to bubble up and sparkle my holiday consciousness.
I asked my daughter in law what my oldest teenage granddaughter was into these days because her birthday is coming up and I wanted her gift from me to be in the ballpark of her heart’s desire. Her response was a specific jewelry item and brand that is currently trending.
Children take parts of our hearts to use and misuse as to their needs. But grandchildren are different. I am unfettered with my grandchildren! The constraints of responsibility and time inherent in the maternal relationship are no longer at issue.
School is back in session and you’re probably scrambling to make healthy, tasty lunches for your family. Each year we say, “this is the year I’m packing fabulous lunches!”
Summer is winding down. The grandchildren are over and it’s too hot to turn the oven on and bake anything. What do I do?
The highlights of summer for me are the days when grandchildren are dropped off and sunshine spangled memories are made!
Back in April, after our first warmup, my youngest grandchild asked my husband, “Paw Paw, is it summer enough to make your ice cream? I think I can do it all by myself this year. You know I’m 9 now!”