The joys of grandparenthood, as this man skipped out on his parental responsibilities in his own children's coming of age, and now, he's making up for the years, caring for his own, young grandchild…translated…
The egg noodles aren't noodles, that was, a finger food of my young grandson's.
Mixing the eggs into liquid form, then, frying the liquid into an egg pancake, then, slice the pancake into noodle strands, that was, his favorite, snack, it's also, grandpa's, thoughtfulness for him.
Grandpa wasn't an agile cook, but, frying up the egg noodles, he'd, fried the eggs to perfect, sliced the egg pieces to linear, and my young grandson loved his personal, cook, always, gobbled the foods up in a jiffy. And, every time my young grandson wanted the egg noodles, his grandfather, immediately, answered his call.
how ALL you M-E-N, skipped the HARD stuff and skipped to, this, you all had it too easy for you! Photo from online...
After my husband became a grandfather, he'd, changed his long-term habit of after the retirement, glued onto the laptop screens, and started, shouldering the responsibilities of caring for our young grandson. From the third months since he was born, he'd flown to the U.S. to help my son out, he'd gone back and forth. Making the formulas, bathing, diapers……he'd become, so very, skillful, as he worked around the house, he'd, kept his eyes on the monitor screen, every time the baby moved, he'd, immediately, dropped what he was doing, and ran to check up on him.
My husband became, perfectly gentle soon as he became a grandfather, played with his young grandson often, although, he'd not used the baby talks, but it was surely, the most, gentle, most, wonderful sound, it'd made me feel, that it was, better to be born as his grandson, than his own, son, and I was, in awe, at the power my grandson exerted, over him.
My young grandson started crawling, and, it'd made grandpa more agile in cleaning the floors then. As he was vacuuming the floors, our young grandson would get curious, and followed around. And, grandpa had, carried the grandson in his arms, and, used only one arm to operate the vacuum, and in the end, he'd had, inflamed joints on his wrists and elbows. But, grandfather loved grandson, and would become whatever his young grandson asked him to, become.
We'd been married almost forty years, and, we'd become, the opposing political parties whenever we'd interacted, but, we shared one thing, cherishing our young grandson.
My grandson is now, a year eight months old, grandpa is immersed in the satisfaction of having a grandson to play with. Taking him to the parks to dig up the sand, to watch the birds, to play on the sets………everything he did with my grandson, was so full of, energy, look at how loving he was, so filled with, bliss, it's, as if, his paternal loving instincts, finally, got awakened.
I'd loved my husband, as he'd started caring for our young grandson. Making the sliced eggs, he was motivated, wouldn't procrastinate. Our cute grandson became our source of communication, and in the unknown, this grandpa, seemed to have, reawakened that child within, grew, younger many years.
And so, this is, the becoming of a M-A-N, from his earlier years of being a father, BIOLOGICALLY, as he'd only, CONTRIBUTED that SPERM to the P-O-T, when his children were younger, he was focused on bringing in the bucks, and now, as he'd grown older, he'd, started, settling back, into his role of a parent, not to his own young, as his children are all grown, but to, care for his own, young, grandchild…which is, a HELL of a LOT, easier, compared to, raising and parenting, your own, offspring, because, as grandparents, you get to, SPOIL and LOVE your grandkids, however you want to, leave the discipline to their, parents, all you gotta do is, to play with them.
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