JP is my three-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built. One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun!
It was so nice here a few days ago that I took JP to the park and we had a wonderful time. He swung and slid and climbed, which I know he missed from last summer. He wanted me to sit by him and swing, so I did, and it was a lot of fun. Even nanas miss the playground, I found! There’s something young and carefree about flying through the air and doing the kick and then the pump. Here’s our conversation:
JP: Nana, swing next to me on the big people swing.
Me: Okay, I think I will. (And I’m swinging!)
JP: Nana, I need you to push me.
Me: Well, in a minute. I need to stop before I jump off.
JP: Why, Nana?
Me: Remember when I hurt my knee? I don’t want to hurt it again jumping off the swing.
JP: Because you have old bones, Nana?
And, just like that, not so young and carefree anymore 🙂