Earlier this summer marked three years since my mom passed away. I didn’t really realize this when we went to schedule our vacation, which was a stay-cation, but having the time off during the anniversary made me think about my mother more than usual – and the indirect impact she has on her 20-month-old grandson.
I can’t help but envision my mother playing with her grandson sometimes. I know she would take great delight in him and his “busy-ness.” My mom was one who would never stay still and always had to be doing something, and I like to think he got that from her. She was always so good with children of any age and would act like a kid in a heartbeat. She taught first grade off and on for 48 years, opting to stay home with my brother and me until we went off to school. She retired once, went back and taught five more years before retiring again. I could see her teaching him so much, and he would have soaked it all up like a sponge.
I remember some of the things my mom taught my brother and me, and I’m trying to pass them onto my son. He loves to “Ride a Little Horsie” on my knee and, of course, play “Peek-a-boo” and “Pat-a-cake.” When we take him to the pool, I play “Ring Around the Rosie” like my mom used to do with us. I like to distract him with the “Little Green Frog” song, too. I just always picture my mom doing the facial expressions to the song whenever I sing it, and it makes me smile.
One recent realization I had was that a little plush dog my son loves to play with – one he has to have in his crib now when he goes to bed – was actually a gift from my mom. She and I found the toy while shopping at a pet store one day. We couldn’t get over the fact that the brand name of the toy bore my brother and dad’s name, so we just had to get it.
Never miss a local story.
I think my dog Gus was around 2 years old when we bought the stuffed dog, and he was in a destructive phase where he would practically tear his toys to shreds. I loved the little plush dog so much, I tucked it away so he wouldn’t destroy it. I pulled it out here and there over the years, opting to put it away again whenever Gus got too rough with it.
I’m glad I did, especially after seeing the joy it brings my son. It makes me feel like it’s a gift from the grandmother he never got to meet.
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