Precious memories with the grandchildren

My two eldest grandchildren spent the night with me.  We stayed up late Easter night watching rented movies and playing games.  Then the five of us cuddled in bed before falling asleep.  Yes five, both Abby and Wesley had their new four foot tall fluffy fuzzy wussy Easter bunnies in bed with us.  Squished between two precious children is this grandma's favorite night even though my arm fell asleep from the awkward way I was lying on it.

Morning arrived way too soon for Abby and Grandma but not for the early riser, Wesley.  As always, Wesley was full of surprises.  While laying in bed I heard him reading Pete the Cat, I Love My White Shoes.  This is a favorite book with sing along sections.  His voice was sweet and clear as he sang about the cat's white shoes.  Shortly after he finished the book he came into the bedroom to tell me he was cooking pancakes for breakfast for all of us.  I was pleased when he informed me he found Eggos in the freezer.  Whew, I was imagining eggs, flour and milk all over the kitchen.


Those two little monkeys never slowed down all day.  We played bingo, charades, hide and seek, explored the neighborhood in the rain, and watched kiddie movies.  The most memorable part of the day was when they made puppets with Popsicle sticks and their original art work.  They then put on a puppet show exclusively for Grandma.

Amazing how the stories of our lives keep repeating.  I remember one hot summer day when Sue and I put on a similar performance for my Grandma Nina minus the puppets.  This was before air conditioning so we had been playing in the cellar where it was cooler.  I no longer remember what the little play was about but I do remember with clarity Grandma laughing at her twin granddaughters' antics and then the applause and praise.  Sue and I were quite sure we were headed for stardom.  Then again my daughter told me of a play she and her cousins had put on the summer before my mother died.  The story line was around the classic fairy tale, Cinderella.  My mother, their grandmother was the heroine, Cinderella.  Jennifer still cries when she talks about that day.  She claims the girl cousins argued over who played the only male part, that of Prince Charming.  The other girls would rather be the wicked step sisters than play the part of a boy.  To keep peace Jennifer took that part.  She ended up thinking she had the best part because she got to dance with Grandma Jane.  My mother passed away less than six months later.

Precious memories.  I hope these memories will be as precious to Abby and Wesley as they are to me.