JP is my youngest grandson who turned 8 in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house several years ago. We were so lucky to spend every day with him for nearly a year and I know I’ll always have a special relationship with him.
My husband, JP’s beloved Papa Paul, died from a brain aneurysm two years ago and it has been a huge adjustment for us all. My youngest son and I lived with JP and his family after I sold my house and I again got to spend every day with him for a year. Now that I have my own house again and we’re all dealing with the restrictions of Covid-19, I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like.
But JP usually comes over once a week after school to just hang out, play video games with his uncle and eat dinner with us. We still have some great conversations, especially on the car ride home. Here’s one from last week…
JP: Nana, what would you wish for if a genie gave you three wishes?
Me: I’d use my first wish to ask for 100 more wishes.
JP: Huh, that’s a good one!
Me: Then I think I’d ask for lots of money so I could give it to all my family and friends who needed things. And my last wish I’d ask for enough vaccines for everybody in the whole world so we could get over Covid-19 and get back to normal.
JP: Those are good! You know what I’d wish for, Nana?
Me: No, what would you wish for, hon?
JP: I’d wish that Papa could come back…
(I’m not crying, you’re crying…)
Me: There’s some cranberry juice left. Want some for dinner?
JP: I don’t think I like it.
Me: Do you want to try some?
JP: Okay. Ooh, Nana, it makes my face crumple!
Today is JP’s birthday and I know it looks like he had to make his own cupcakes, but the picture is from another time this year, lol. He’s much more grown up now, but every once in awhile he still cracks me up. This happened the other day.
Me: Is Thursday your special day of reading at school?
JP: Yep, we have to bring six books. And a pillow and blanket and flashlight!
Me: So you’re going to spend the whole day just reading?
JP: Nana, that’s silly. When we do math we would have to say “One plus once upon a time!”
Ba bump bump!
My grandson, the fashion critic, always looking his best!
Mommy: Guess what? When we were at Open House I signed up to be a mystery reader in your class! (Parents surprise their child one day and come to school to read a story.)
JP: Well, okay, but you’ll try to look your best, right?
JP: I mean, you always look nice…
(That boy! And, yes, the beautiful blonde in the picture is Mommy!)
JP: Nana, are you going to keep the Corvette now or are you going to sell it?
Me: I think I will keep it for now. That way I can take you for a ride in it.
JP: Papa let me drive sometimes.
Me: He did?
JP: Well, he let me put one hand on the steering wheel and help. But you don’t have to go real fast like Papa. It might make you sick.
Me: You’re so good to me! Did you like it when Papa drove fast?
JP: Yeah, we would yell “Whee doggies” and laugh!
A tough act to follow…