One of the most poetic aspects of autumn, I think, is how the concept of ‘past’ is on full display in nature. Just look at the trees! Here in Maryland, the beautiful fall colors are disappearing, rakes and leaf blowers are hard at work, and deciduous trees are becoming bare.
Transition.
Thinking about forever gone, thinking about burrowing, wondering what comes next.
Both granddaughters have fall birthdays. Unbelievably, Frog has turned five years old. Bird will turn three years old later this week.
How to slow time?
Ah, this is impossible.
So we delight in what we have.
Bird was here for a sleepover just last night, all by herself. We do this from time to time, when we are scheduled for two days in a row of babysitting. Truly, it saves both the grandparents and the parents a lot of hassle – no need to pack up and get children out the door early in the morning, no need to drive across the city to each other’s house twice in a day.
What a treat it is to have this one-on-one time.
Time felt limitless. No deadlines, no pressure, no must-do’s. Making blueberry pancakes. Let’s draw together. Oh, how about paints and glue? Baking sheets filled with playdough cookies. There was a moment where I was a playscape for her babydolls. Another, where Bird, Poppa, and I had a meandering walk to the playground. We sat on a curb and held vigil at a neighbor’s yard, where a tree was being trimmed and a loud chipper shredder drew Bird’s focus. We went for a short walk after dinner, in the dark, to find the moon.
In the early morning, she lingered in her bedroom (right next to ours) to play and chat with herself – something that rarely ever happens at her own home, when there’s a big sister to follow and adore.
Grandchildren – an oasis of bliss in a sad and painful world.
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Your last statement carries power and truth. I am happy that you got to spend time with your granddaughter.
It is a great joy to spend time with our littles! Thanks for writing.
Maureen, what a peaceful scene. I like the image of her talking and playing by herself. That is good for little ones. As Terje said, that last line is so very powerful. Something I consider too now that I have one in my life.
Yes, it was so sweet that she lingered in the room, playing independently. I’m so happy that you have a grandchild, too! They add such joy to our lives.
Maureen, that last sentence is such truth. Yes, this oasis of bliss in a sad and painful world – – that is what grandchildren are. Your post is peaceful and relaxing, seeing those photos and baby dolls in the leaves is just pure living each moment delight. I, too, have one with a birthday next week on the 13th. He’ll be 9 – the oldest in his family, and the second oldest grandson. I wish we got to see him as often as you get to see your girls. We live a state away. I know you enjoy the time with the kids, and I am certain your children appreciate knowing that they are in great hands with you!
We are so happy that our grandchildren are right here in the area; it is wonderful to see and be with them so much. Thank you, Kim!
Maureen,
There’s so much poetry i. your prose. It has been a treat following both Bird’s and Frog’s adventures through your stories. My heart landed on these words: “ Grandchildren – an oasis of bliss in a sad and painful world.” Yes, when I spend time w/ my grandson I lose track of the world. It’s a good feeling. I can’t wait until we get to walk together and find the moon.
It is a precious time, being with grandchildren! Thank you so much, Glenda!