I have a distinct blessing this morning of taking care of my 3 year old great-grandson for a few hours. Once again there are toys scattered over my floor, snack and milk at self-service, and the joy of hearing him call me “Grandma.”
But the real parental revisiting came from our visit to our development’s park. On the walk down there, we were hailed by construction trucks who took the time to reward a little boy who waved at them with a loud blast of their horn which sent him doubled over with laughter.
Now, the park jungle gym is not age appropriate for a little one….I had to lift him up the first step to the slide apparatus. Tentatively he approached the first slide, backing away when he looked down. I said, “I will help you” and took his arm as we inched down the slide. Safely down, he ran around to climb up again. This time when I reached out to help him, he pushed my hand away and went down by himself. Much applause from said Grandma.
But this is parenting at its heart. Always ready for a hand out or up, but the joy of parenting is when they push it away!!!!
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