My adorable, sometimes precocious, 13-month-old grandson peered up at me with his giant brown eyes. “HI!” he squealed, and my heart melted in the presence of his pure cuteness. Sensing my distraction, he reached up and grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and took off – laughing the entire way. I chased after him and retrieved the piece of paper and returned it to the pile on my desk.
The game was on. For the next 10 minutes we repeated the same sequence of events – he would sneak up and swipe a piece of paper, and I would chase him down to retrieve it. He would laugh hysterically, and I would laugh because he was laughing.
That little one is quite the stinker and has already developed a penchant for mischief. It’s something that will surely keep his mother on her toes for quite a number of years to come.
It reminds me of another small child I once knew who donned cute little pig tails and a rather sneaky side of her own.
“I was NOT that bad!” she protested when I reminded her that paybacks could be brutal.
I quickly recounted the story about the Christmas morning when she was only 2 ½ years old and we awoke to find that every single present that had been neatly placed under the Christmas tree had been opened. Correction: not just opened, but torn to shreds. I then followed with the story about when she was 3 years old and snuck out of the house early one morning to play with the litter of kittens on our porch, an incident which prompted us to immediately install a lock at the top of the door so that she couldn’t escape the house unnoticed.
“Okay mom, I get it.”
There’s this incredible thing that begins to happen when you reach a certain point in your life – you actually get to watch history begin to repeat itself. Every time I see my daughter with her tiny son I can’t help but flash back to a time in my life when I was wearing the very same shoes that she’s in right now. A moment later, I find myself grateful that I made it through raising children with all of my hair and most of nerves intact. She’s definitely in for a wild and crazy ride with her rambunctious little boy. He will try her patience, he will test her at every turn, and he will make her question her ability to maintain her sanity – and it will all be the greatest experience of her life.
In the meantime, I graciously accept my role of being the grandmother to the smartest, funniest, most energetic little boy on the planet. I will take every opportunity to laugh hysterically for no obvious reason, and I will accept every slobbery kiss that he has to offer. I will look forward to every energy-filled afternoon I can get knowing that when that day is over, I’ll go home to my peaceful, quiet house.
This grandma gig is actually pretty awesome.