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thisnewdayOur son comes to visit quite frequently these days. He's found a diet and exercise regimen that's resulted in a noticeable loss of weight over the past several months. And the free weights that we have in the basement and the programmable treadmill in the upstairs bedroom have become an integral part of his new program.
During the summer months, this has meant that our grandson, who's normally at his Head-start program during the morning hours, has been a more frequent visitor as well. Usually, he and I will have breakfast or lunch together while his dad exercises. Then, we'll go outside to do chalk drawings on the sidewalk or shoot baskets or play lacrosse or backyard baseball. If it gets too hot, we'll come inside and watch Spongebob or fool around on the computer.
Fridays are a little tough, because I'm involved in getting the house ready for our Saturday night dinners, but even then I give him as much of my time and attention as I possibly can. And, at the end of it, the goodbyes are not as difficult as they used to be because we both know that there'll be another day, not far down the road, when we'll be doing this again.
Because my son and his girlfriend have only one car, I often drive him and my grandson home after these visits. The other day, as we were leaving, my grandson inquired from the back seat, "Daddy, could we just live here forever?"
My son, ever the Artful Dodger, replied, "Nobody lives anywhere forever. When you get big, you'll want to move away."
His son, not to be deterred, answered, "But, right now, I'm still little."
After that, the discussion trailed off into the silence that sometimes seems to be the only answer.
During the summer months, this has meant that our grandson, who's normally at his Head-start program during the morning hours, has been a more frequent visitor as well. Usually, he and I will have breakfast or lunch together while his dad exercises. Then, we'll go outside to do chalk drawings on the sidewalk or shoot baskets or play lacrosse or backyard baseball. If it gets too hot, we'll come inside and watch Spongebob or fool around on the computer.
Fridays are a little tough, because I'm involved in getting the house ready for our Saturday night dinners, but even then I give him as much of my time and attention as I possibly can. And, at the end of it, the goodbyes are not as difficult as they used to be because we both know that there'll be another day, not far down the road, when we'll be doing this again.
Because my son and his girlfriend have only one car, I often drive him and my grandson home after these visits. The other day, as we were leaving, my grandson inquired from the back seat, "Daddy, could we just live here forever?"
My son, ever the Artful Dodger, replied, "Nobody lives anywhere forever. When you get big, you'll want to move away."
His son, not to be deterred, answered, "But, right now, I'm still little."
After that, the discussion trailed off into the silence that sometimes seems to be the only answer.
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