My five-year-old granddaughter didn’t have kindergarten today. I needed to pick up groceries and cat food. When was the last time I took Lily heavy-duty shopping?
“Did you bring your grocery list, Babcia?” she wanted to know. I’d never known her mother to make one, I thought.
“Of course,” I gushed. We’d talked about some of the most important items I needed to buy before we left home.
“Where’s the list?” Blonde-little-Miss-know-it-all stared me down.
My hands fumbled in my purse. Crooked fingers fastened onto the photograph-sized spiral notebook I’d decided to use, to alleviate lost grocery lists, to keep growing book wish lists, things to remember and do, etc.
“Here it is.” I thrust it under her nose.
“Eggs, salad, popcorn,” she announced, still not knowing how to read. When had she become so loud?
I picked up Romaine—the best of the worst in the pile. “Salad, check,” Lily shouted. We passed basil. I grabbed a package. “What’s it for?” she demanded. I explained, and she approved. Lucky it’s her favourite herb.
As we arrived in the snack aisle, Lily broadcast, “Babcia, right there. Popcorn, check.”
“Thank YOU, Lily. I’m going to buy two bags so we never run out. What do you think?” I blurted. Why do I need to validate myself? She gave me the thumbs up. Who is this child?
As we approached the refrigerated area, Lily’s eyes lit up, “Babcia,” she pointed. Eggs, check!”
Red wine vinegar and artichokes called to me so I backtracked to the proper aisle. “What is that?” she asked.
“ You remember the spread you liked on the Focaccia bread at your sister’s birthday party?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said with a dreamy glow in her eyes, her sweet lips puckered.
“I already have a bottle of red wine vinegar, but I need another one,” I said aloud. Why am I explaining this to a five-year-old?
Cat food next. Two grocery stores with no luck regarding what I needed. A pet store later, more expensive, I know, but kitty gets to eat. Success at last.
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The point of this story is the lifting into and out of grocery carts. My featherweight granddaughter is killing my back. Add lugging twenty-pounds of dry cat food, then groceries, and stooping to hang onto my precious girl. These are no longer ordinary feats for me. Add again, up and down the stairs at home to unload everything. I don’t understand how something I didn’t see (coming) crashed and almost pulverized me—at least today. Six or so months ago, my experience hadn’t had anywhere near a similar affect.
Crap!
Does this mean I’m starting to fall apart?
Already? I’m not even that close to one hundred yet!
February 23, 2013 at 3:04 am
Your lucky grand-daughter!
Hope you have many more shopping trips with her!
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February 24, 2013 at 12:19 pm
I take her out with me every now and then. If it’s to a book sale, that’s easy. Only need to get her in and out of the car once. Multi-stop shopping…yikes.
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February 23, 2013 at 8:33 am
Not falling apart so much Tess, just out of practice 😉
Should spend more time with her – keep you on your toes!!
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February 24, 2013 at 12:18 pm
I see her every day, but she still surprises me. Shopping with a kid is also time-consuming.
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February 24, 2013 at 1:40 pm
Time consuming, money consuming – much as I miss my young kids, I am sincerely happy that they’re men now. Men that has not procreated just yet – don’t think I’m quite ready to be a grand mom!!
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February 26, 2013 at 11:04 pm
I didn’t think I was ready either when the first granddaughter came along nine years ago but something happens when you see their little faces…In my case, I was instantly besotted. Go figure. Surprised me all to hell.
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February 23, 2013 at 3:59 pm
Not falling apart, your 5 year old grand daughter’s world is expanding. With that expansion comes a whole new dimension to your shopping trip.
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February 24, 2013 at 12:16 pm
Yeah, I’m out of shape. Ha ha. I felt like a broken down old sack of potatoes after this shopping venture, Jay.
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February 23, 2013 at 5:35 pm
You’re not falling apart you’re granddaughter is getting bigger. That happens, you know.
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February 24, 2013 at 12:15 pm
Thanks, Patricia. The five-year-old is getting heavy. I can’t lift her like I used to when she sometimes likes to sit in the buggy. Makes shopping faster too because I don’t have to wait for her to keep up if I’m in a hurry.
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February 23, 2013 at 7:44 pm
I wish she would help me with my shopping – what a sharp little darling!
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February 24, 2013 at 12:15 pm
Hi kd. She blew me away with the ‘check’ comments, that’s for sure.
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February 24, 2013 at 4:33 am
I feel your pain, looking after my grandkids is a killer now!
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February 24, 2013 at 12:22 pm
Yes, Gilly. All that bending in and out of the car, hanging on to her little hand while pusing a grocery cart etc. Lots more work now than even a couple of years ago. She’s getting heavy too.
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February 24, 2013 at 2:54 pm
Shopping trips with kids are certainly exhausting at the best of times!
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February 26, 2013 at 11:02 pm
Oh yeah. I sooooo agree.
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February 24, 2013 at 4:29 pm
She is a whip. Perhaps you need a different cart strategy. I don’t believe for one single instant you are falling apart.
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February 24, 2013 at 10:13 pm
I miss feeling a tiny little hand in mine. Grandchildren are a wonderful invention!
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February 25, 2013 at 9:06 pm
Sounds like her brain has gotten heavy. 😉
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February 26, 2013 at 10:51 pm
Yes, Karen, as well as her bigger frame. I don’t know how she comes up with half the stuff she does.
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