Monday, July 25, 2005

Nothing Compares 2 Boo

RIGHT NOW!

What’s On: Fox News, That Greta Lady

Current Attitude: Discouraged

I was with my grandson Mike (Booter) over the weekend. Our visits are like they have always been, except they have a different feel to them now. With him living with his father and not my daughter, I don’t get to see him as much as I used to and I miss him incredibly.

I get to see him once a month and the nice thing is he seems thrilled to see me and often picks things up right where we left off. I could tell he misses me too, but its like he has accepted things this way. I suppose I should too.

Still he has a nostalgic thing to him. He gets in my car and asks to hear the same songs he’s always liked. His favorite is Hall and Oates, “Life’s Too Short” which he calls the “Booter Booter” song because we sing his nickname to it. He always is happy going to the playground, getting a slushie, and lunch.

He still likes the same games we’ve been playing there since he was 2. Its amazing how much he remembers.

Its nice that Booter is still affectionate and now that I don’t get to hug him as much as I used to, when I do now, it means so much more to me. When I hugged him the other day, it felt like I better enjoy it because they aren’t as frequent as they used to be. I simply have never loved another person more than him and I never knew how much you can love someone until he came into my life.

He’s really made my life complete from the day he toddled up to me, grabbed my leg with both arms and looked up to me with the same look he still does from time to time. We have pictures together from his first birthday, he hung with me the whole day.

I remember being at a wake for a family member my daughter went to. She had no babysitter and so I sat with him and kept him company. We sat on the ground and killed a bag of M&M’s, his face was every color. But then he hugged me goodbye and we were tight from then on. A few days later we were at a party and he and I killed a plate of food together. He just kept coming back up to me with his mouth open. He cried when I left.

We spent just about every Friday together after that, sometimes I’d take him home for the weekend. I think he knew when Friday was coming. Its like he knew I was coming over. He’d see my van and bust out of the house to see me. I remember him hearing my voice when he was in his crib and climbing out because he knew I came over, screaming my name.

I remember putting Booter to bed at night sometimes and Emy would put Delilah on the radio for him. As soon as he’d hear her voice, he’d fall asleep. Once he was riding in my van and Delilah was on and he fell asleep. I swear today he’d fall asleep now hearing her voice!

I already have such wonderful memories of the things we’ve done and places we’ve gone. The picture of Booter and me sits next to my computer and burning candle. I look at him everyday and think of the days gone by and ahead. I pray we will have many more memories in front of us!

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