How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

What’s it All Mean?

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As much as daddy is the best one in the whole world, sometimes he just won’t do. He looks after the kiddies after work when mom’s working. He cooks a great dinner, plays fun games, gives baths and tucks kiddies into bed.

It probably wouldn’t happen this way if Grandma (Babcia) wasn’t living in the same house.

KNOCK, KNOCK

“Hi. What’s up Hanna?”

“The bandage on my heel is stuck. See the dried blood. Daddy says it will come off in the bath”.

“He’s right, dear. The water will soften the blood and the bandage will come off easily.”

“But I don’t want him to rip it off. Can you do it, please Babcia (grandma)?”

“Actually, nobody will have to pull the bandage off. It will take a little time but the water will do all the work. Wait until it comes off by itself. Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.” <Hugs>

KNOCK, KNOCK

“Hi, Hanna. How are you today?”

“Hi Babcia. Um, the bandage on my finger is loose and I need a new one. The sticky part that’s supposed to keep it stuck on doesn’t work anymore and the middle part is stuck to my boo boo. Can you take it off please? I don’t want daddy to do it.”

“Does Daddy know where you are?”

“Yes, I told him I was coming down to see you.”

“But not the reason why?”

“No.”

“Ok, we’ll do this quick. I’ll just get a bowl of warm water and you can soak it. Then you can put on a new bandage. Maybe daddy would like to do it.” <Hugs>

KNOCK, KNOCK

“Hi, sweetie. What can I help you with today?”

“I was playing in the hall and I hurt my wrist. Do I need a bandage?”

“I don’t believe so. Hmm. Looks pretty red, alright. It’s not bleeding and it’s not scrapped. Did you hit it against the wall? Maybe running down the hall?”

“Yes.”

“If I do this, can you move it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not broken but it might sting for a while. Would a nice big hug make your feel better?”

“Yes, Babcia”.

<Hugs> Granddaughter goes home happy.

Don’t get me wrong. This particular daddy is very nurturing but what is it that makes a little eight-year-old choose to connect with her grandma when mommy’s at work?

That’s exactly right. YOU win!

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

24 thoughts on “What’s it All Mean?

  1. Nothing like a grandma. 🙂

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  2. Nice post! Yesterday I went to visit my family and my three year old granddaughter insisted on returning home with me for a couple of days – that makes me feel good!

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  3. My sons love my parents…and I have one that my dad depends on when he goes on the dog show circuit. My son has received recognition for his abilities in the French Brittney (dog breed) competitions. But he will also say that he loves spending time with his grandparents. They understand him! Thank you for your post.

    Peach State

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    • I think grandparents have come up a lot of notches recently. They interact more NOW than even 15 years ago, for instance. I never knew what to expect myself but am enthralled with my grandkids. The truth is when we were parents, I was WORKING, I gave my best and then I was TIRED. Now, along come the grandparents who have the time you did NOT and are willing to contribute and be involved. Amazing situation / contribution / situation. YES!

      When I was bringing up my daughter, I ended up being a single mother. Lots of work but I got through it. Now that I am a grandparent, I see things I didn’t before and am willing to contribute without ceremony so my grandchildren can benefit —but also I can. In additon, we (grandparents) have more time then before, but then again, WE are involved with more stuff than the last generation of grandparents and we DO want to see the things on OUR agenda come to fruition. Still, grandparents and grandchildren are MORE connected these days it seems

      Great exchanging ideas / opinions ANYtime.

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  4. This is the fortunate side of living so close. My grandson just turned 3, love him to death but I am afraid he would wear me to the bone. He is now to big for me to pick up (he doesn’t understand this). He is only 35 miles away but I still don’t see him near enough, I think I will need to discuss with the kids a change in routine soon.

    Hugs

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    • The grandkids DID wear me out when we first moved in together three+ years ago. Now one is in school full time and the other Tuesday, Thursdays and every other Friday. At least now I have a life. Also, just because we live in the same house, we do not bump into each other. I have a lovely space all to myself. If you would like to see your grandson more, please DO think about a discussion because kids grow up so fast. It won’t be long when he won’t have time for anyone but his FRIENDS (well, more rather than less). Thanks for sharing, Valentine. Good luck.

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  5. I am going to be flying home soon. I am looking forward to seeing my grandson. If I had known how much fun grandchildren were, I would have had them first…or instead 😉
    Red.

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  6. That was very sweet. I love your grandma name.

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  7. I had a babcia too – we called her baci. But it was my father’s mother, just plain old Gramma, who lived with us. No one could comfort me like Gramma. The softest bosom in the world.

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  8. I love this story….how sweet! And how wonderful you have such a warm relationship with your granddaughter. I love the name she calls you too!

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    • It IS pretty wonderful and I consider myself lucky. The funny thing is, I think the kids have figured out that not everybody’s grandma lives with them. It’s their friends who are surprised / amazed / astounded when she hear about me and where I am: downstairs. I’m surprised that the 4-yr-old has it on the money that Babcia means grandmother. Thank you, Judy for commenting.

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  9. This is a beautiful story. I absolutely love it. It sounds like it means … she loves you:)

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  10. And that’s the way we like it!

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