Every Tuesday and Wednesday, I am lucky enough to pick up my grandbaby Max from his daycare. Max will be three in March.
Every Tuesday and Wednesday, I am lucky enough to pick up my grandbaby Max from his daycare. Max will be three in March.
He is a huge light in my life. I wish more than anything that Steve had lived long enough to see his grandbaby, get to hold him, talk to and play with him.
On any other day, I might not be inclined to lay down on the ground, play with dinosaurs or build with blocks. But all that changes when I am with Max. The other day, he noticed a grasshopper for the very first time. Max was super brave; he put his little hand on mine and guided my hand to touch the grasshopper. When it hopped, Max shrieked and ran as fast as his little legs could carry him around the porch swing, he then peeked out with eyes as big as saucers to see where the grasshopper had gone.....
We decided grasshoppers were not very cool. Sometimes, he says, “Mémé, sit Mémé!” We draw with chalk on the steps, I get down on my fiftyish year old hands and knees and pull a ball out from behind a flower bush only for Max to laugh and toss it in again, so that we can start all over. He helps feed the chickens, take hay to the goats and pet the dogs. Everything is new and exciting. There is so much to see, learn and experience.
It makes my heart sing that I get to share with him as he explores.
This past week, I experienced a momentous, treasured moment as a Mémé.
When I walked Ashlee and Max out to their SUV, I do what I always do, I wait until he is strapped in to his car seat, then I tell him, “goodbye Max, I love you”.
Max looked at me and said, “I love you Mémé” and he put his little hand over his heart and patted it, just like how I had done it.
His very first time saying he loved me. Nothing on earth can touch that. Lord, grandbabies are one of life’s greatest treasures.
