I can’t believe it’s been a year since I cried like a baby when my baby had a baby. He may not be able to talk yet but it’s obvious he already knows I’m wrapped around his tiny little finger. I can’t believe he’s already going to celebrate his first birthday! Having had their firstborns, just three months apart, my daughters are able to share their experiences of becoming mothers. When the boys are together, there’s no doubt a competition has already formed between the two of them as well as a special bond. I can only imagine how many times I’ll have to break up a wrestling match between the two of them, with the reminder my sister and I would frequently get from our mom, “laughing comes to crying.” Both grandbabies were without a sitter, and trying to alleviate the girls’ stress, I offered up my services. It had been several months since I watched them at the same time and thought it would go smoother now since they’re both mobile. What was I thinking? I set up separate play areas for them, thinking they’re still too little to want to play together. That lasted about 10 seconds and they were crawling toward each other, both reaching out to slap the other across the head. That’s how the day started and then it was a race to see who could step on, poke at, pull over or slobber on the most, and when I glanced in the mirror midday and it was obvious I was losing. The 1-year-old may be able to crawl faster but the 9-month-old has a few pounds on him so there was no getting around the chunky monkey if he didn’t want him to. I was even able to capture a picture of them crawling toward me when the little guy karate chopped his older cousin in the throat to slow him down. The 1-year-old was stunned, just for a few seconds, and then proceeded to ram his finger in his opponent’s ear. Eventually I had to resort to sips of sweet tea to distract them as I needed to slow down on the visible injuries or their mothers would never let me watch them again at the same time. I had them blocked off into one room and more times than not I would find them both trying to move the obstacle that was in their way of freedom. They weren’t kidding me any, these boys were conspiring with secret codes, which may have sounded like just squeals and gibberish to the average grandma. I thought I was one step ahead of them, but by the days’ end, they were both sitting on top of me, one pulling off my reading glasses while the other stuck his finger up my nose. The birthday boy will get lots of presents on his special day, but I hope someday he knows, the greatest gift of all is family and his grandma loves him very much.
Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org