Sunday, February 03, 2013

Glazing

It is early on a lazy winter morning at my daughter's house.  All is ominously quiet since there are three little kids that live here who could awaken at any moment with amazing energy that has been restored by a good night's sleep.  Actually two of them find mornings a bit of a challenge and on cold winter days burrow deeper into their soft blankets begging to be left alone.

This leaves the oldest, now at seven, who has always been an early riser.  He used to rise in the mornings by screaming his lungs out as if having a root canal.  Thankfully he outgrew that in a year or so and now awakens gently with a mischeivous smile on his face.  He skips downstairs to where I am reading my kindle and drinking my first cup of coffee.

After greeting me, he then snuggles for about three seconds before the squirming and stretching kicks in.  He had a bad dream that he tells me about in glorious detail.  Then he had a waking dream which he begins to explain.  Finally he changes the subject to Harry Potter and how well he can read small parts of this book with his mother and I tell him I am amazed at that.  Then we switch without segway to discussing comic books.  He asks if I know about Loud Boy, which I must answer in the negative as my reading genre is somewhat limited.  I must admit that my eyes begin to glaze over when he explains in all the dreadful detail how Loud Boy makes his escape from a video game and also saves the world from an asteroid with a configuration of rubber bands.

Finally he sighs and then asks if he can play some Wii before breakfast.

I never realized how much I could love a ball of imaginative energy.

16 comments:

  1. I found that intense love and joy also with my grandchildren. I never imagined that I would feel for them what I had for their parents. I am not really a 'kid' person but found I was with my children and then grandchildren. It's wonderful you are enjoying this time. My granddaughter turned 14 this year and she is so much the young woman now that it both shocks, thrills and saddens me. They grow up so fast and I have to ask her to cuddle but I still do because it probably won't be long and she won't want to do it at all. Now she still gets that big smile and we do cuddle. I am glad i enjoyed fully her earlier stages because we never lose that even as they become these independent humans.

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  2. Delightful.

    Your comment about "screaming his lungs out as if having a root canal" not only reminded me of when one of my daughters was young but also of me in these more senior years before my first cup of tea in the morning.

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  3. I've never experienced something quite like that! Happily, my kids were quiet wakers, quiet breakfasters, and generally quiet livers. Still are! And they've passed that on to the grands. Ahhhh.

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  4. Enjoy your visit--the quiet and the not so quiet moments.

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  5. Grandkids are such a wonderful adventure.

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  6. Perfect vignette - I know it well!

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  7. Grandchildren are the reward for putting up with your own teens. At least, i'm hoping so.

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  8. My grands are too old for that now, and I miss those times.

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  9. Two of my grands were here this weekend, ages 20 and 16. The 20 year old awakened much like yours. He had lots of stories to tell and catch me up on his school then he was off to his phone, lost in the 21st Century. I cherished each moment with both as if they were still new.

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  10. They can tire you out as well!! But fun for sure. What a glorious way to bring in the morning. With young fresh enthusiasm!! Love it
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  11. Great description!

    My kids are balls of energy and wake up very very early too!

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  12. A perfect grandma moment - and does that realization of pure love strike you again and again as it does me?

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  13. Not could but "do" love. :) Thanks for sharing these special moments.

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  14. I'm envious. I'm so ready for grandchildren.. sigh.

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  15. Sometimes games Bryce wants to talk about glosses me over too but I study his being as he speaks, watch how he forms sentences and revel in his enthusiasm. My mind is continually blown with how little ones turn into full people.

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