As any good Grandma, I eagerly awaited the weekend when my daughter and her husband were coming to stay with their two young children – my grandkids. My favorite part of those weekends is sharing my favorite interests with those toddlers.
The preparations started long before, when I pulled out my sewing machine and brushed up my embroidery skills to make personalized aprons for the kids. They both love to bake, as I do, and I couldn’t wait to surprise them with the matching aprons. And of course I had several baking projects lined up. They are eager helpers, and willingly donned their new aprons. But there is no question that licking the bowl was the best part. Who can argue with that?
No day in Duluth is complete without a visit to the Lake. I run or cycle by it daily and savor its many moods. Even on a dreary day, Ben was eager to throw rocks in the lake. This time he took a liking to the large boulders as well, scaling their heights fearlessly.
I did reserve some mother-daughter time to go for a run with my daughter, Karen. That’s a passion I passed on to her, and between my aging body and her busy working mommy life our paces still manage to stay close enough to run and talk. That’s our special time together. The grandkids aren’t quite ready to join us yet, but don’t tell Mya. She thinks she is.
Even Rich was not immune to the inquisitive young minds. Each morning his favorite birdwatching perch on the window seat was invaded by the little ones. He willingly pointed out the various species out in his beloved bird feeders, sharing on his own personal interest. I don’t know which held their attention more, the birds or the antics of the squirrels. But they were precious moments together.
I’m already anticipating their next visit. Hopefully by then we’ll have snow on the ground. That opens up a whole new world of passions to share.