The trouble with visiting young grandsons two or three times a year is that they’re fitter and tougher, and rougher, each time, while grand-dads of the near-elderly variety are, progressively, less and less fit.
Out of three days, this week, the first two were for re-acquaintance We had hugs and “stuff” from our 5 and 7 year-olds, then demonstrations of newish toys, hand-over of new ones, and long tales of recent adventures within and outside the home. All relatively dignified.
Today, though, Grandad was “fair game”, for wrestling with, being jumped on, pulled at, pummelled and generally “worked over.”
It’s been great!
I forget how we managed when our kids were in their irrational infancy. I think that sort of amnesia protects us , and gives us the power to keep a little distance from our kids’ kids while they’re at the smelly, messy, forever-screaming stage.
Now, though, with Grandma having had days of pleasure here too, we have two houses of friendly and (mostly) happy children to visit – even though they’re a fair few kilometers apart.
As for tonight, I know two boys who will sleep well, and I tell you what . . .I’m wondering how I’m going to last the five or more hours to my bedtime.
1 comment:
Good post. Interesting that we both wrote about grandparents on this same date.
Jack
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