My unworldly, ever curious granddaughter is on the cusp of all things possible. We’re in Boston, and she is eager to explore the aquarium. Until her camera freezes. The frustration she carries in her back pocket skulks in.
“Let’s go!” she demands.
The shark aquarist offers a fix… Joyfully, she resumes her photography…
Finished with watery creatures, she studies me with question-mark eyes.
“How about shopping?” I suggest.
Crossing the street, she takes my hand.
“I don’t want you falling down,” my preteen quips.
How much longer will she tolerate this closeness?
I cherish the feel of her hand in mine.
Good story. Grandmas can relate…
Lovely Linda. Yes, we Grandmas can relate…it’s even more tenuous when they’re little boys…
Enjoy the closeness while they are young–they grow up very fast! Nice job!
I love it that it becomes our (the old farts’) point of view. Thank you kindly! 🙂
thanks for the feedback!
A story I have lived many times. Your words captured the experience very nicely. In my experience the closeness never has to end, it just changes form.
Oh, fleeting childhood! How long, indeed?
It’s not just grandmas that can relate, but moms, too!
Jennifer