My Blood
When my first Grandchild was born I loved
him from word go.I arranged my work schedule so that I could keep him when his mother returned
to work.I would arrive about a quarter to eight to his gummy welcoming grin.Our days were filled with so much fun.I would put a little striped fedora on his sweet little noggin announcing the need for
proper motering headgear.He never attempted
to remove it.Jumping in the air I would spin
into my best crouching tiger pose
declaring with all seriousness", Hah!,my tiger
beat your snake as I chopped chopped my way
towards him to lightly Chuck him under the chin.
His convulsive laughter payment in full.
It was a mutual love . Once when he was about
two he had spent the night.I was on the day shift
by then and was getting him fed and to preschool
and myself to work by seven.As he sat in his
old wooden high chair with the big blue bunny
decopodged on it shoveling in scrambled eggs my
husband his arch rival walked by sans shirt.Narrowing his eyes and in a tone that clearly said,what does she see in him,uttered "Huh!what a gut!.I lost it.My husband not believing what this
little fella had so completely expressed ask what he had said.My reply?"You heard him.He didn't stutter
and from this vantage point your ears don't appear
to be flapping".I ask my grandson when he was
about three why he didn't like my husband and he said it was because he was ,and I quote him,jealous jealous."Oh honey", I said realizing he had inherited this accursed gene from me,nothing good comes from that.Another time at the end
of a weekend visit he started asking how much
time he still had to visit about noon on Sunday.
Later as he lay between my husband and myself
he was crying saying he didn't want to go home the next day.I was trying to be consoling when
old arch rival said thinking this would go on all night,Mason,I know you miss old granny but
trust me you'll be back before I know it.At this
Unwarranted provocation little man bolted upright
turned in A.R.'s direction.He then pointed a little crooked index finger right in his face and said this.
"You don't know what it means to miss old granny
,but you will one day mister." I am telling you
this kid always has and always will be a gift to me.
Later when his little brother came along I would get them both at least one midweek day and every
other weekend.I was newly married and it was
probably unfair to my husband but I was drunk,
just absolutely drunk on their love.
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