Children are not changing. It is the people who are watching them are changing in they are growing old.
Poppi ! I don’t care what kind of a mood I’m in or how much stress I am suffering through because when I hear my granddaughter call out my name all of my problems simply go away. Tinkerbell ! I don’t care how good of shape I think I’m in because as soon as I hear that name I know my back will feel like I just tried out for the Olympic weight lifters competition; and lost. You see, Tinkerbell loves to fly.
There are many reasons people shouldn’t have children after the age of 55. Even though, as grandparents, my wife and I love our grandchild, the amount of energy and knowledge one must have in order to survive is remarkable. My wife and I have been helping my daughter with daycare expenses by watching our grandchild every Monday. In fact, my son-in-laws parents do the same by taking over Tuesday’s responsibility. It is sad daycare is extremely expensive and it is even sadder mothers in our nation have to go to work in order to help their families survive. But, reality is reality and they are better off if we can help.
A couple of years ago this task was a lot easier. All we had to do is make sure our Lila was fed, cleaned, and entertained. The entertainment consisted of making funny faces and every now and then throwing a peek-a-boo at her. Watching her mature through the months and then first two years was a present and both my wife and I are grateful to have this opportunity. Now if we only had the stamina to survive this current time in her life.
I’ve never seen anyone move as fast as my granddaughter. Even though she is less than three feet tall she can move through rooms with remarkable ease tearing into all her toys and books to the point I lose sight of the carpet. She lives in a wonderful world of fantasies and games most of which I’ve never heard of. In fact, she probably changes games faster than her imagination can create them. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing with her as long as I can but there are just so many times I can get on my knees, run into the couch with her, jump up and run into the other room at which time she decides to play the jumping game that has my knees and ankles begging for replacement.
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