MORE??

Such is the phrase from my sweet grandson.  ‘More’could mean more anything;  more food, more drink; lawn mower next door…and it goes on.  The word ‘more’ to him could be anything.

The cling-on or the ‘monkeyhold’ that they laughingly talk about happened tonight.  He didn’t want me to go.  It was a first.  Usually he blows me a kiss or waves frantically at the door as I leave.  Not today.  He grabs my neck and holds on to the little hairs that have fallen out of my ponytail…and cries.  Not to take away from the emotion that he has succeeded now in tearing my heart out of my chest, I look to his Dad for direction.  He is good.  He takes the struggling little boy out of my arms and talks him into focusing on something else.  Oh. My. God.   It was the worst ‘leaving’ I have encountered.  His little brow is furrowed, and his little ‘sous’ is moving up and down in his frantic grip.  He is not happy.  But his is not crying either.  So all is good…for now.  

My darling little grandson is growing up.  When I picked him up at daycare and gathered him into my arms I had no idea of the ‘territorial’ personality I was to encounter.  Another little fella approached me and said ‘up’ in his little boy language and when I picked him up ….well that was not a good thing when my grandson witnessed this scene.  Part of me had to laugh…the other part wanted to cry.  Of course isn’t this what every grandparent wants?  Of course!  

A grandchild…and in my case my grandson, is what makes the world go round.  Everything else takes a second seat.  No excuses, no apologies are necessary.  A grandchild takes precedent.  If you can’t understand it…then don’t judge. 

I love him…as he loves me…unconditionally.