Spring Break is coming to a close. The weather was dark, stormy and wet which put a bit of a strain on my entertainment skills because outdoor play was almost nonexistent. Excitement about the return to preschool has been building and my grandson is so glad the school won’t be “closed” anymore.
This morning he woke with a cough and fever. How could he catch anything? We were practically quarantined! Maybe it was the quick trip to McDonalds or an ailing handyman at Lowes, but things aren’t looking good for a return to school on Monday.
I’m going to need a large red rubber nose and a short course in making balloon animals if he has to stay at home any longer. Sigh.
Yesterday gave us an amazing 80 degree day, not at all typical for winter in Oklahoma. No disrespect to Mr. Groundhog, but I think we are moving into spring.
Eighty is right in my comfort zone (which is unrealistically narrow unless I move to Maui) and I was motivated by the sunshine and breezes to run, kick balls, examine sticks and play Frisbee for several hours. Playing Frisbee with a 3 ½ year old is more a game of who can toss it farthest followed by a race to go get the disk. The comfort of the warm sun and a little boy’s laughter kept me unaware of the time until dusk shooshed us in to make dinner.
Today I am grateful for a chill in the air which I am using as an excuse for calling it an indoor day. Candyland never looked so good. Of course my gingerbread boy token is moving a little slower around the board today.
Being a grandma/mom combo is challenging and will push me to the limits well beyond the sore muscles of keeping pace during the preschool years. I remember raising elementary and teenage grandchildren while facing drug-induced opposition and mental health issues. There’s a long road ahead even if things go well. It’s hard physically and emotionally, but I can do this.
My thanks to Helen Reddy for her still apropos affirmation that we can do whatever it takes. Regardless of your religious-socio-political opinions on the women’s movement that spawned the words nearly 40 years ago, I hope parenting grandparents – especially those whose children oppose what they are doing — will find strength in applying these words to their lives.
Oh yes I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain
Yes I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to
I can face anything . . . .