More to Love

See these three? They are my Illinois grandkids. That’s our oldest grandson, G, our middle grandchild, M, and our youngest grandchild, H. The older two are in high school where G is in his junior year, and M is a freshman.

G has a part time job working at a local movie theater, and he’s active in Quiz Bowl. He is also the lighting director for the school’s theatre productions. Occasionally he has been persuaded to take a speaking role, and he’s quite good. He’s also in the band where he plays oboe and tenor sax (like me!)

M is a cheerleader (totally unlike her klutzy Nana) and takes tumbling classes. She’s also assisted her big brother in the theatre’s lighting department. He wanted someone smart to take over the reins after he graduates next year, and she’s the first one he thought about. Oh, she can write, too, and she’s a strategic genius. I think she’s beaten me in every game requiring strategy that we’ve ever played.

Honestly, I thought these two were all the children my daughter would ever have. When she announced that she and her husband were thinking about having another child I wasn’t all that encouraging. In fact, I might have asked, “Are you out of your freaking mind?”

What I lack in diplomacy, I make up for in crudity.

I brought up all my concerns about the cost of raising three children: Putting them through college, providing for them, etc., never mind the emotional energy a third child would require. I did my best to discourage her.

Then along came H. Bright, funny, honest, adorable H. From the first day we held her all my concerns went out the window. She would be loved, and loving, and nothing else really mattered.

She’s a second grader now, and is taking tumbling lessons like her big sister. She’s a movie buff and likes the music her daddy does, namely the Foo Fighters and Led Zeppelin. She thinks her big brother is the bomb, and she keeps her Mama hopping. She loves to read, like I do. I can’t imagine a world without her or any of my grands.

It’s funny how there’s always enough love to go around, isn’t it. And how many times in my life I’ve been absolutely wrong. It’s a reminder to keep my mouth shut and my negative thoughts to myself.

Peace, and love, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

9 thoughts on “More to Love”

    1. Thank you. I was shocked when G became involved in theatre, but it’s been so good for his self-esteem and confidence. When he’s gone for college visits the counselors seem impressed with his lighting experience, but it’ll likely be the oboe that earns him a scholarship.

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