One of the best parts of being a local Grandma is that I get to do the everyday stuff. I love that I often get to take Amara to school or pick her up afterwards, sometimes by myself and sometimes with her Mommy. While Grampy is a local Grandpa, he doesn’t get the luxury of doing those things whenever he wants to because Grampy works. He has attended a lot of the special events at Amara’s school that have been held in the evening but it isn’t very often that he gets to do the everyday stuff so when he does it is extra special for both him and Amara. For me, too.
Grampy was off work last week so we schemed with Mommy to pick Amara up on Wednesday which is her early off day. We planned to pick her up and just bring her home for a few hours and then take her home again. Grampy stood a bit behind me as Amara and some of the other students came out of the classroom to get their book bags. Amara looked at me before turning to grab her bag. She turned back with a look on her face that said, “Did I just see something out of place?” “Was that Grampy?” and she ran to give him a big hug before quickly returning to her classroom. Oh the grin on his face! They were dismissed a few minutes later and Grampy and I went inside so that he could see her new classroom and meet her teacher. Such simple things but so wonderful for all of us. We were all the way back to the car before it dawned on her “Where is Mommy?” After the emergency Vet trip when I had to pick her up that is usually the first question out of her mouth when she sees me unexpectedly. Grampy had her very distracted. I don’t know which one of them was more excited!
We came home and the three of us sat on the couch as Amara reviewed for us one of her library books, “Ripley’s Believe It or Not”. We went through it page by page. We bought ice cream bars from the ice cream man. We looked for lizards and checked Grandma’s new plants and before we knew it our afternoon was over and it was time for me to take her home. Amara dramatically grabbed Grampy by the neck and whined “But I won’t see you again for weeks!” To which I countered, “Amara, you’re spending the night this weekend!” She and Grampy both gave out shouts of joy.
It was just a nice ordinary afternoon made extraordinary by the fact that Grampy could be the center of it.