I should have known I was in trouble as I sat down in my grandson’s kindergarten room ready to serve as a room parent assistant for my daughter for whatever party this was. For starters, I don’t fit on kindergartner chairs. For another, I’d taught college-age students for a reason. For yet another, I’ve never …
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Cartwheels in my Living Room
My daughter reminded me on Facebook that four years ago now I blogged about my husband and I spending Labor Day at Navy Pier in Chicago. She wondered what I would be writing about this Labor Day from our new home in Sioux Falls. Well, it’s this. My life has changed. It’s not been my …
Jesus Loves the Little Children…
In four days, I only forgot to go potty once, wear my coat once, and fasten my seat belt twice. That’s a great record for this seventy-three year-old Grandma who, along with an older yet Grandpa, just completed our annual four-day babysitting stint with our youngest grandchildren, ages five and four. But, because I could …
Grandma Remembers Reading Trio with Piano Solo
I’d taken a nap before the piano recital of my three grandchildren, but when we got home, I needed another. I looked longingly at G2’s (grandson, 10) twin mattress, wedged between floor-to-ceiling packed bookshelves, in my son’s library. Twenty shelves in all, books ranging from Hardy Boys to Bobbsey Twins to Dreikurs’ Children the Challenge. …
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Environs
On a flight recently, I spent some time reading blogging friends who have fibromyalgia. Having FM myself, I always marvel at the resilience with which these gals, with chronic muscle pain and oftentimes foggy brains, valiantly face each challenge. Also, on my flight, I read a piece that said we should be thankful for our …
Hands – A Grandma’s Story
They’re soft. They’re warm. They’re innocent. They’ve not yet seen work or hardship or disappointment. They are the hands of my preschool granddaughter. As I sit here this morning at my computer, photos of a recent visit scrolling my iPad, my granddaughter’s hands are bringing forth tears. Why? Months separate our visits, so I savor …
A Grandma’s Camel Ride
“Do you want to do a camel ride,” my daughter asked on a recent visit to her city’s zoo. “No,” I said. “I have no need to ride a camel.” “Oh, come on, isn’t that on your bucket list?” “Nope. Never has been and never will be,” I said, knowing a safari was never an …
A Week of Muffins and Rain
Before I flew west a few weeks ago to teen sit my granddaughter, I set healthy goals: cut carbs, lose two pounds, climb stairs five times an hour, and walk an hour a day in their hilly green neighborhood during fifty-degree weather. I’d been unsuccessful at home with the above activities and thought, surely, with …
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