I belong to a meditation group. We’re doing it on Zoom nowadays. We do more than just meditate though. The facilitator assigned us a little project: bring one of our most beautiful possessions for show and tell. Here’s the story.
I have a grandson named Elvis. A blue-eyed blonde with a sweet disposition. He lives a couple hours from me and when he was four, I kept him a few days, while his baby brother got settled into the world.
Let me just say that I’m a much better grandma than I was a mom. You wise up as you get older. I have quite a few regrets, and I un-did some of those regrets with Elvis those few days he was with me.
We went to a toy store, we went to the park, we went grocery shopping and he got to pick out his favorite junk food. And he got chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast every morning. But the best thing he got was my undivided attention and love. I gave him everything I wish I’d been able to give my kids when they were growing up. In spades.
It was great. And when his grandpa picked him up to take him back home I got a little teary-eyed. Elvis had brought one of his favorite little stuffed toys with him when he arrived, a goofy little red something-or-other with big blue eyes, and he was carrying it as we said good-bye. Before he got to the door, he turned and said, “Here, Gammaw,” and handed me the little red thing. It’s been sitting on the bookcase by my computer for seventeen years.
That’s what I brought to show and tell.