I miss my grandfather. He died over twenty years ago, but I think about him often. He especially came to mind a few weeks ago when my husband and I were having breakfast at a restaurant near our home. We were seated across the aisle from a man who was sitting at a table with a little girl. At first, I thought the man was the little girl’s father, but when she called him, “Pa-pa,” I figured out that he was in fact her grandfather. The thing that struck me about watching them was how sweet and gentle he was with this little girl, who was obviously his little princess. As she yammered on in her little-girl voice he listened as if she were sharing the secrets of the universe. I remember thinking about how good my father is with my niece and nephew. He too sits and listens to them and likes it when they speak for themselves and fill him in on the latest and greatest in their lives.
A writer friend of mine, Mary Larmoyeux, writes a blog for grandparents and she always has such creative ideas for children’s activities and insightful suggestions that help grandparents to spend fun and productive time with their grandchildren. I was reminded of Mary’s blog as I sat glancing over at the grandfather who was out on the town with his little princess.
I heard her say, “Pa-pa, I need to go pee-pee.”
Within a few seconds he whisked her from the booth and took her to the bathroom, making sure to stand guard outside the door like a sentinel. When they returned to the table I heard her say, “Pa-pa, did you take my bacon?”
The older man shook his head. “No,” he said in his husky voice.
A few minutes went by and she asked him again. “Pa-pa did you take it? Tell the truth.”
I smiled and looked at my husband. This little girl was so adorable! Already she was her own little person with her own little personality, and she wanted that bacon.
We heard the grandfather say again, “No.” And she stared him down, willing him with her pretty eyes to come clean.
“Pa-pa, tell the truth. I’m not going to do anything to you. Tell the truth.”
It was all I could do not to fall out laughing. She repeated, “I’m not going to do anything to you,” and continued to wait out her grandfather.
When they stood to leave I noticed the grandfather was at least a good six feet tall, and no lie, the little girl barely came up to his thigh. Is that not the cutest thing or what? Do you have grandchildren? What type of special things do you like to do with them?