This past year I became a Grandma for the first and only time thus far. It has been a year of learning all around. My daughter and grandson live in our home while she attends college. We have learned many important things in the past year as grandparents.
We have learned when to help and when to step back and wait to be asked for help. When to offer our opinion regarding a parenting issue and when to keep our mouths shut and let our daughter discover things on her own. When to laugh at situations and when to stiffle our giggles until we are practically snorting without laughing. When to get out of bed in the middle of the night to help with a fussy baby and when to let her work though the fussiness alone. It has been a challenging but rewarding year.
Our grandson loves to walk around the house or anywhere as long as he has hold of both of your hands and he directs our paths. He’s 11 months old this week. We do laps around the house every evening and when he can’t get one adult to cooperate with him he searches out another for his evening strolls. His favorite is his Uncle Curtis who also lives at home as he is saving for a down payment for the house he plans on purchasing this fall.
The minute he hears the front door close he heads for the door and stands up holding onto Curtis, manuevers his body so it is facing forward, looks up and back over his shoulder, holds unto Curt’s hands, and away they go. They survey the kitchen, laundryroom, bathroom, and livingroom. Then he heads for the front door. He wants to head outside and explore the outdoors. Curt has already put in a long day working but he spends some time walking every evening with Jack.
This past week Jack has made the progression from requiring two hands to go for his walks to just one hand. Last evening he was taking a step or two between my husband and I as we sat on the floor facing each other. He would have done it for hours it we would have kept it up. I fear that as soon as he has confidence in walking, he will not walk but run to every destination. He climbs the stairs with record speed and squeals with delight as he reaches the top.
I’ve raised four children, all grown now. I think often as I watch Jack and try to remember the days when my children were learning to walk. It all seems to be fuzzy in my memory, a long time ago.