My grandchildren make me laugh…often. Just the little things they say and do – I am positive (almost) anyone who is a grandparent will feel the same.
Take the other day. I collected my granddaughter from school. In the car we have about 10-15 minutes of chat which can be about absolutely anything and everything. ‘K’ knows she can tell me anything at all and it will remain with me if she so wishes: I don’t keep ‘secrets’ but I do keep ‘confidences’ unless I believe them to be dangerous to someone.
For example, my grandson (M) has a girlfriend. At his request I have never told his parents, or anyone, his girlfriend’s name – he’s only seven but wanted to, ‘Not be teased’ and knows he can trust me. Trust between grandparents and grandchildren is so important; sometimes the little ones don’t want to worry or tell their parents something that they feel they could tell a grandparent.
Anyway I digress: ‘I am taking the register tomorrow, Nonna’, she proudly told me, nodding her head and smiling with her lips sealed. ‘Wow, that’s a very important job’, I replied. ‘I know’, she nodded. ‘What do you have to say and how do they reply?’ I continued.
‘Will, I have to say ‘Good morning, Eve Wilson’, and Eve has to reply, ‘Good Morning Miss S’. I beamed at K in the mirror and said, ‘That’s very grown up, do you tick their name in the registration book then?’
The reply came from a wide-eyed, slightly frowning , little face in the mirror, ‘No Nonna, we use a smartboard’.
Oh my goodness, did I feel old? When I went to school there was a simply-ruled registration book where your name was written in well-formed characters and a tick was given (or a cross if absent) so that at the end of the week/month/term the teacher could add up your attendance.