During their school break, the grandtwins spent a couple of days at Camp Granny. We baked cookies (and ate them all). We went for a hike, saw a raccoon, lost a drone somewhere in the small woods behind my house, and worked a 1,000-piece puzzle (see above). We also bickered, practiced belching, and, lest you think we are characters in a Hallmark movie, I got to drag out my rusty Mommy Voice a couple of times.
In the meantime, we got to talking about what we wanted to see in 2022. If you must know, 2021 having been a uniquely tumultuous year for my family. I’m not whining. The bullets have had our names on them, what hasn’t killed us has made us stronger, and this too shall pass. Here is what the twins wished for, and with each item on their list, I came closer and closer to crying.
May 2022 bring:
An end to the pandemic
The homeless getting housed.
The hungry getting fed.
Peace on earth.
Sleep well tonight. The future is in good hands. I wish for you and yours peace in the middle of turmoil. Happy 2022. See you on the other side.
Being a Badass Granny actually is a mixed blessing for little kids, I think. You kind of want your granny to fit in, a little. At least, I did. And mine mostly did fit in.
The grandtwins, beside being wise beyond their years, are beautiful young people. I was going to say "cute as hell", which they are, but it goes way deeper than that.
You and I are about the same age. My son is 17. I doubt I'll be up to much grannying by the time he acquires children, if he does-- though I tend to assume he'll be a late marrier and child-acquirer like my side of the family, and there's no real reason to expect that.
However, I enjoy your grannying from afar, a trifle vicariously!
As for 2022: I wave to you from two miles south of the latest-breaking pre-evac notice at the border of the Marshall fire in Colorado-- sure, some things need to be demolished, but I hope we can stick to burning down the right things, if we're burning. With regard to omicron and the whole COVID family-- sure, some laws and some institutions need to perish or be radically transformed through intense rehab, but we need to contain the infection of removal.
Oh, wow. Be safe out there in beautiful Colorado. And thank you for this sentiment. It's lovely. I wouldn't mind seeing some things burn, but they should be the right (wrong) things.
...and I worry that burning is so fast, and so potentially triumphal, and so self-perpetuating.
Way back when I was thinking about [whether I was "permitted to"] getting divorced, I was not only fairly hornswoggled by a bunch of gaslighting, but more legitimately careful because throwing things away feels so good to me. (That divorce was, in itself, The Best Thing Ever.)
I love when you write about the grandtwins. Kid energy is the best. I'm sure they know what a kickass granny they have. Wishing us all a post-pandemic 2022 so we can start picking up the pieces.
May the great American experiment continue, and may we never forget that democracy is not a spectator sport.
Beautiful.
I hope they appreciate what a Badass Granny is.
Being a Badass Granny actually is a mixed blessing for little kids, I think. You kind of want your granny to fit in, a little. At least, I did. And mine mostly did fit in.
You’ve got wise and compassionate grandkids. I’ll just say ditto. ❤️
The grandtwins, beside being wise beyond their years, are beautiful young people. I was going to say "cute as hell", which they are, but it goes way deeper than that.
Thank you. I’m really proud of them.
"And pray that the wars and
the tumult might cease.
For the greatest of gifts
is a sweet lasting peace."
Amen.
You and I are about the same age. My son is 17. I doubt I'll be up to much grannying by the time he acquires children, if he does-- though I tend to assume he'll be a late marrier and child-acquirer like my side of the family, and there's no real reason to expect that.
However, I enjoy your grannying from afar, a trifle vicariously!
As for 2022: I wave to you from two miles south of the latest-breaking pre-evac notice at the border of the Marshall fire in Colorado-- sure, some things need to be demolished, but I hope we can stick to burning down the right things, if we're burning. With regard to omicron and the whole COVID family-- sure, some laws and some institutions need to perish or be radically transformed through intense rehab, but we need to contain the infection of removal.
Oh, wow. Be safe out there in beautiful Colorado. And thank you for this sentiment. It's lovely. I wouldn't mind seeing some things burn, but they should be the right (wrong) things.
...and I worry that burning is so fast, and so potentially triumphal, and so self-perpetuating.
Way back when I was thinking about [whether I was "permitted to"] getting divorced, I was not only fairly hornswoggled by a bunch of gaslighting, but more legitimately careful because throwing things away feels so good to me. (That divorce was, in itself, The Best Thing Ever.)
Lovely! You're an inspiration to your grandchildren and others. Happy New Year to you too. Stay healthy!
This is on their parents, their awesomeness. But thank you. And Happy New Year to you, too.
“Teach the children well. And you have certainly done that. ❤️
I give the credit to their parents. These are great kids.
I knew you’d say that. 😉
I love when you write about the grandtwins. Kid energy is the best. I'm sure they know what a kickass granny they have. Wishing us all a post-pandemic 2022 so we can start picking up the pieces.
Amen.
Oh, thank you for this most marvelous post. I feel better. Please thank your grandkids for me.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wPnhaGWBnys&list=FL_CkEKNV27ezPqCNsUaKeRQ&index=443
Ah, lovely. Thank you.