Watching my four grandchildren grow up brings with it a special kind of happiness. It’s a happiness that is gently stoked and warmed by an overwhelming feeling of gratitude.
Gratitude for the blessings of having them. And gratitude for the time given to watch them grow up.
My grandchildren are happy and energetic. They charge and recharge one another. And this excess energy is released in a lot of games, role-plays and dramatic moments. Heh … heh … dramatic from a grandma’s point of view … of course.
So from a grandma comes a lot of reminders … sorta-like …
“Faris. Remember you are the big brother … ”
“Asa. Remember you are the big sister … ”
“Tamiya. No climbing. No climbing …”
“Raiyan. No. You are still small …”
And to all these reminders comes a retort, chorused with all the intensity that the gang of four could muster …
“Nenek! You are scared!”
Hmm … But point me to a grandma who does not possess this protective trait?
Faris is going to be 10 soon. He is content to let his fingers and hands do the talking. Absorbed at his favourite place, the Blu-Tac in his hands got transformed into little transformers & monsters. Hmm … Is that what Blu-Tac is for?
Asa has just turned 6. Bubbly and word-inclined, she is adept at making rhymes. Not to forget directing her other siblings in her little role-plays too. A wordsmith in the making I think …
Little Tamiya is a bit reticent. But she loves to sing though. While the others are vigorously engaged, Tamiya would be doing her homework. Homework? … At 3 years? Yes. Tamiya would be occupied with her colouring book which she calls her homework.
Little Raiyan has his own ideas of fun too. Riding his tricycle, he would whiz back & forth, whooping, “Wawet. A-pad.” (Translation: “Pirate! I-pad!”
Watching my four grandchildren grow up brings with it a lot of contentment and pleasure.
Spunkiness & spankiness. Niceness & naughtiness. These traits are all combined in that package of four. And they are enough to bring delight to any grandma’s heart.