Monday, July 11, 2011
wistful solitude
I woke up this morning to a deafening silence. There was no Spongebob Squarepants (Absorbant and yellow and porous is he!), no Dora the Explorer (Swiper, no swiping! Swiper, no swiping!). The grandkids weren't here. The house is woefully empty and quiet. I miss Marley, Hunter, and Jenna.
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I know the feeling. We've had our twin grandkids here for two weeks every summer for the past 5 years. They are 8 years old now and those two weeks are always used for swim lessons at our local pool. That takes up 30 minutes each day and the rest of the day is pure joy for the grandparents.
ps I love Sponge Bob! It's really quite funny. I think it's funnier than the kids realize...
I agree about Spongebob. He is a modern day Rocky and Bullwinkle.
You cannot tell me that you actually miss "Swiper, no swiping!" We walked around singing,"I'm the map, I'm the map," for weeks after our last visit.
Some fool out there decreed that grandparents should have lives of their own, fascinating and fulfilling adult experiences that keep us out of our children's hair and salve their guilt about having dragged the grandchildren to live too far away. I'm here to tell you, that's all a myth. There is no time that is more worth living than the time I am with my grandchildren and I grieve for them horribly at the end of each visit.
Yes, they exhaust me and I hate it that my patience has shortened, but the other things I do--no matter how interesting--are just place fillers for grandchild time. I never expected it would be so, but there it is.
How eloquent you and your commentors are.
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