Friday, May 3, 2013

Sleepover at Granny's

My mom is going on quite a few trips next month and she has wanted to spend a lot of time with all the grandchildren.  She called and asked if my oldest could spend the night (his first time since he was a baby) and I thought it sounded like a wonderful idea.  I cleared our schedule for the following day knowing that my guy would not get much sleep in all the excitement.  And he didn't.

They pulled out the couch bed, put Chuggington (a train cartoon) on the TV and curled up to snuggle and hang out.  My mom fell asleep four times before Luke did.  Each time she would begin to doze, ("You can only watch so much Chuggington," my mom told me later) he would sneeze, make a comment about the show or climb over top of her to go to the bathroom.  Finally, at 10:15, he gave up the ghost and passed out.  Until 3:30 AM.

"Granny!  You have to wipe my butt!  I pooped!" he yelled into the darkness.  My mom stumbled out of bed trying to gain her focus and took care of the business at hand.  They went back to bed but sleep alluded my son and they finally gave up at 5:30 AM.

He spent much of the day swimming with my dad and playing trains.  But his favorite part happened right after all of that.  "Mommy," he said very seriously upon his return, "I went on my first. ever. RV ride.  It. was. amazing."  I add all those periods because he really does do a dramatic pause in between each word when it's a very big deal.  And this. was. a big. deal.  He told me every detail.  He explained the noises, how bumpy it was and that it had a "real TV" inside it.  Although my parents had simply driven him 10 miles to get the RV repaired, it might as well have been an epic trip out West.

He went down for a nap at 1:30 and I didn't see his fuzzy little blond head again until 6:30 that night.  He was awake for two hours then crashed all over again.  

Grandparents can do that to you.  They have a way of opening your eyes to new experiences, less rules and more love than we could ever understand.  While he may not always remember the specifics of this sleepover, he will remember that Granny and Papa took him on his first RV ride.  He will remember they always let him stay up late and eat candy.  He will remember what it means to be very loved.  I am so thankful that they are here to give that gift to my children.

What gifts do your parents give your kids?  How can older generations enrich the lives of your children?

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