grand children
Last night I was blessed to stay with Jackson while Charlie and Liz went to Lindsey’s rehearsal dinner. It is hard not to compare children, grandchildren, etc because they all have similarities but differences – having said that Jackson was stacking his Mickey Mouse books last night – when they would fall he would say, “Oh no, Mickey Mouse!” When Macey was little and would get quite I would say, “Macey, where are you?” and she would say “Stacking books!” Later I put Jackson to bed and listen to him fuss and call out to Na for about an hour then I finally went upstairs and there he stood in his bed with all his blankets in the floor, no socks on his feet and his pajama shirt neck down around his waste – after fixing all that I held him in my lap to put his socks on and asked him if he wanted to get in his bed “No” so I said lay your head on Nana and go to sleep. He laid his little head on my chest and when almost asleep he would sit up, after several “do you want to get in your bed” and “no” rounds he finally laid his little head on me and let me rock him to sleep. There is nothing any dearer to me in my life than my grandchildren. Their love comes from and open heart that has not yet been tainted by disappointments, failures, hurts and so many other criteria.
I am working on my book – a collection of my favorite poems, sayings, tid-bits of information, some sketches and my personal thoughts. Thought it would be good to keep something similar to a journal but not quite, am not yet ready to release all that is bottled up in me to that extent but perhaps through blogging and my book I will learn.