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| Marlene Terry |
The first
time I saw him I knew. We'd known each other before.
I'm serious. There was something in his eyes that said, "It's so good to see you again.
Please pick me up and hug me, because I've missed our times together and I love
you too."
The
following days and weeks proved that to be true, as I became his once-a-week babysitter, and that time
provided unforgettable experiences for both of us.
... The
times I tried to keep up with his endless energy and couldn't.
... He,
snuggled up in my arms and drifting off to sleep (both of us) as I hummed a
lullaby.
... Singing "Deck the Halls" together.
His part? "la, la, la, la, la
(pause) la-la, la, la!"
... The
first time he lit up and said, "Nana," "Nannie," "Nan," and most recently "Nanner."
... Made up
stories that he helped to tell, that starred me and him on trips to the moon, and adventures in the dark, dark, forest while we listened to
growling bears, and the "morning owls," he called them.
... He, sitting IN the drawer where his toys were to play.
... Washing
his dishes while he wore Nan's (and his) favorite apron.
... Using
his new little chair to climb up to the cookie jar.
... Trips
to the park in the stroller, even in the rain.
... Blowing
bubbles in the backyard and making fabulous chalk drawings on the driveway ...
the house... and once in awhile, the front door.
... The look on his face when he rode his tiny bike for the first time without
training wheels.
... Beyond
his age understanding and his sweet
comforting words "Don't be sad Nannie. Be happy!"
... His
phone calls inviting me to come and play ... "right now. OK?"
... His
shared "when I grow up wishes" that include a house in a tree with a
ladder for Nan to climb up, no potties and
with the No. 1 rule being "Kids CAN jump on the furniture.
"Happy,
Happy Birthday 'B'. You are much loved and cherished!
♦ Hope
you'll let me share your stories and photos here at my new residence "In a
Nutshell." Email me at nutshellstories@gmail.com.
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