We can all find the magic of love
Last weekend my granddaughter came for her first sleepover. My husband and I have been ready for a while but I think my son and his wife needed to be ready. Their first child and all. At the end of the day, I am not sure who had the most fun.
We had the best dinner. Granddad did spaghetti and meatballs, homemade of course with salad and ice cream for dessert. It doesn’t get any better.
The first hurdle was bath time. We raised three short-haired sons so washing hair was just an extension of the body! Not so with a little girl. She has grandma’s fast-growing hair and it is now down to her bottom. I had been given the special shampoo and conditioner and did as I was instructed. I don’t have a blow dryer but she also has Grandma’s fast-drying hair.
Next came a little TV time with some of Granddad’s popcorn. The Paw Patrol wasn’t so bad. The last was getting her teeth brushed and flossed. That was Granddad’s job. When the cousins came over as little ones, they all lined up on the bathroom counter and Uncle Rick did the teeth brushing and flossing. Most of them thought he was a dentist. I didn’t tell them he was just a little OCD!
Then came bedtime.
I was told her bedtime was 7:00 pm. But I had also been told she had been having some difficulty getting to sleep and staying asleep. The extra bedroom was upstairs but I told both her parents not to worry as I would hear her if she called for me. I had worked the night shift for many years and would wake to the slightest sound.
She wanted to know whose bed it was and I told her that it was for whoever needed to sleep at our home, but it was special. Whoever slept there would go right to sleep once they closed their eyes and would stay asleep throughout the night!
She had been told not to wake us up until the clock said seven o’clock, but she could call me if she was afraid. I kissed her goodnight and left the hall light on and the door slightly open. I don’t think I was at the bottom of the stairs before she was asleep.
Okay, full disclosure. It was an hour later than normal bedtime and we spent lots of playtime outside in the fresh air.
The next day
I woke to hear her call “Grandma” so went upstairs. It was 06:37. I guess there was a 7 in the time so fair game to call for me.
We had French Toast for breakfast. I honestly don’t remember the last time we had that. I had to continuously come up with things for her to do to help Granddad and me. So she put out the forks, the plates, the butter, and the syrup. Always handy to have a helper.
After the breakfast table was cleared we went to the garage to do some cleaning up. She found some old frisbees and we had fun tossing them.
Then came the magic.
We have a tree in our front yard. It is full of leaves and they are just starting to fall. She couldn’t see it but higher up the tree was a spider and it had spun a web of a single line and it seemed to just drop down halfway to the ground. One of the leaves that had fallen got trapped on that line and it looked like it was suspended in mid-air. I called her over and showed her my magic tree. It honestly looked like magic and the look on her face was truly magical.
Her parents arrived at about eleven and the first thing she wanted to tell them was about the magic tree.
As seniors, we sometimes forget about the magic around us. If we are fortunate enough to have a young family member with us we can look and find the magic that is in their world. The magic is there, we just need to keep our eyes open for it.