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As you all know I grew up with my grandparents.
On the weekends they often had their friends over, Mr. and Mrs. Kavcic. My grandma used to work with the lady and her husband was a farmer. Good, honest people. They usually arrived after dinner and I would sit at the table while they had coffee and played catch up. I loved eavesdropping on their discussions about politics and economy. Then I would say my goodnights and be send to bed. The game of cards was about to begin.
They would play tarok. It is a very interactive and competitive game and because teams are made up differently each time the banter between players is brilliant. It was at least in our house. I used to sneak out of bed, walk across the long hallway of our old apartment and hide behind the closed kitchen door. And listen. They were so funny and full of life. Not the kind of people I knew, serious and old-fashioned, with strict rules and all around adult and responsible behavior. They laughed and shouted, they teased each other and banged on the table as cards fell down on the antique wood.
It was a very rare time for me to peak into lives of my parents. Sure I lived with them and after my grandfather retired when I was six the three of us were always together. But it was old school parenting. They never played with me tea parties or did crafts. I followed my grandpa around doing things he did or liked. I played by myself. Or went outside to the playground and played with other children. It was different. And sometimes I think that it might have been better.
I often wonder if my son really thinks of me as an adult. Sure he says I am old, a lot. But does he understand the difference between adults and children? Like the other day when he said to me we should punish daddy for being late. Or ignoring my plea to put his socks on for the 13th time. Was I like that? I doubt I would have gotten away with it.
A few weeks ago my husband invited his colleague and old friend whom he has not seen in years over for dinner while he was visiting town. It was close to Little J’s bed time so after we ate I excused us and went upstairs to get him ready for the night. He brushed his teeth and put his PJ’s on and I asked if he wants to go down to say good bye to Daddy’s friend.
From the top of the stairs I heard him say:
“It was nice meeting you. Hope you come back to visit us soon. Good night.”
He pinched some popcorn and came back up. I tucked him in and kissed him good night.
I think my grandpa would be proud.
I remember as a kid bugging my grandpa to no end: what was there before the Earth? Before the solar system? Before the gasses? Before…
I think my endless quest to find out about the moon and the stars and milky way too largely caused his hypertension. He finally caved in and let me use his 12 shiny, leather bound Encyclopedia books that were limited editions printed specially for his work. I loved how they looked and smelled. How heavy they were and how I could find everything I ever wanted to know about.
My son is not even four and a half. I really don’t know much about kids and milestones. But I sure am not prepared for the what was there before there was anything talk. Mostly because I got so distracted by all the information in the Encyclopedia I forgot to ever look up the definite answer.
Anyhow the kid is volcano mad. He watches a documentary every chance he gets. Which is really defeating the whole purpose of TV. Many women have said that they have come to terms with TV watching kids because it is in fact educational. I am calling it right here, right now. Bull! We plonk our kids in front of the tube so we can take a shower, have a cup of coffee while it is still warm and catch up on social media. So if my son is watching a documentary about underwater volcanos none of these happen. Because every two minutes he shouts over his shoulder: mommy, why does lava cool off when it touches the water? mommy, why is our gas in the house not making our stove erupt? mommy why can we not breath through ash? Mommy…
You get the picture. The worst part? I really don’t know most of these things! Have I forgotten? I must have known at some point in my life or I would not have graduated, right? And so I spend my time online googling volcano facts.
But this morning, out of the blue he asked me why people were not extinct if they die. Followed by where we all came from and the inevitable tracing all the way back to gasses and explosions and what was there before there was anything?
I am still recovering. I just wanted to write this to say sorry to my grandpa. You were everything to me and I know that as much as you wanted me to succeed, learn and be the best I can be, sometimes you just wanted to do your cross puzzle in peace and quiet. I miss you so much. And I wish you could be here to take over sometimes and teach Little J how to read those Encyclopedias. Fast!