Ah…out of the mouths of babes…
We were up visiting the MAGITW (most adorable grandchildren in the world) a couple of weekends ago.
These are always bracing visits.
AGMA always thinks I’m doing pretty well physically until we visit the MAGITW. They have a way of breaking you down and making you feel your age. I realized my self-deception on this visit within the first 24 hours.
It all started with the bounce house.
My 2 1/2 year old granddaughter, V, has been a pacifier addict since she was a tiny babe. Her “paci” was a source of comfort, stress relief and just plain ole good times. 80% of the pictures I have of her up until now has been with a paci in her mouth.
Like she did with B, V’s older brother, when he was small, the Paci Fairy made a visit to their house. In case you didn’t know, the Paci Fairy – a distant relative of the Tooth Fairy – takes away all of the pacifiers in a house, but in their place, she leaves a gift.
On this visit, she cleared out all of V’s pacis and left a bounce house.
A full sized, air inflated, skull cracking bounce house.
So of course Nana AGMA had to give the bounce house a try.
I cranked up the inflation thing-a-ma-jig. The bounce house filled up with air, and B, V and I piled in.
Up to this point, I was still under the delusion that I was in pretty good shape. Then the bouncing commenced…
It was fun for the first 2 minutes.
Round ’bout minute 3, AGMA started wondering, “What the hell was I thinking????”
B, my grandson, is a large 4 year old who’s a bit hyperactive. He was literally flinging himself against the sides of the bounce house with all his might. So much so that I was afraid he was going to collapse one side and all three of us were going to tumble out.
Evidently the frenetic bouncing got to V too, who is still getting the hang of using a potty.
She slid down the little exit slide and announced, “I have to go pee pee.”
Panicked, AGMA tried to get out of the bounce house to assist her, but in my haste, I fell down several times. B thought I was intentionally flinging myself around so he decided to body slam me a few times. The last time, as I was sliding down the exit slide lying sideways. He slammed his full weight down right on top of my left shoulder which jammed my right shoulder into the hard floor.
I remember thinking, “Oh – this is not good…”
And as it turns out, it was all for naught. V peed in her pants anyway.
AGMA feels like I was in an episode of I Love Lucy.
So, in addition to screwing up my right shoulder, all the bouncing and falling and flinging aggravated AGMA’s lumbar discs that have been squished due to my scoliosis, causing lumbar nerve compression causing my right leg and hip to ache for the next 5 days – 24/7. Fun times…
“Mr. Feder, you seem like a really delightful guy!” to quote Roseanne Roseannadanna.
The bounce house was NOT inflated again during our visit.
Screw you Paci Fairy!
My granddaughter, V, is actually an incredibly sweet and kind child when she’s not acting like a 2 year old. She likes to take my glasses off and wear them. Then she orders me to “Ki Nana!” And I have to play-act cry that she has my glasses until she gives them back.
It’s the dance we do.
At one point during this visit, before I put my glasses back on after being ordered to “Ki!”, she got up really, really close to my face and looked deeply into my eyes.
At that moment, I was looking into the eyes of pure innocence. And kindness and goodness and gentleness. Looking into her young, full of love, beautiful blue-gray eyes that have so far seen nothing of the harshness of the world, I was transfixed.
Then she winkled up her nose and whispered…
“What happened Nana?”
And pointed to the bags under my eyes and the age spots around them.
“Oh sweetie,” I replied, “Nana just got old.”
AGMA felt like Wendy Darling when Peter Pan comes to visit and and finds a gray haired Wendy with her grandchildren.
Nana just got old.
It happens. If you’re lucky…
But don’t take it all too terribly seriously.
Betcha AGMA’s back in the bounce house in June.
Aging gracefully my ass!