Ok Grandma…You Can Look Now..

Those words make me smile, thinking back to when and how they happened. Dylan was just six years old and we were watching the second Jurassic Park movie, on the television, at my house.

Grandpa was in his recliner and Dylan and I were together on the couch. He had already seen the movie, at the theater, when it first came out. So, he was well-versed in what was going to happen..

I was only watching because I wanted to spend time with my guys. I would never have chosen a Jurassic Park movie for our evening’s entertainment! I was grateful to be sitting next to Dylan and getting forewarned when I needed to close my eyes.

And when he told me “you can look now…” he was also quite kind in that he just told me that the character was “gone” and not where or how. I could use my imagination to figure out what happened.

Or not.

He was such a delightful little boy. Full of mischief, full of energy and enthusiasm, and always busy. I loved to hear him talk, and listen to the way his mind interpreted the things that he saw. He could build anything out of Legos, and frequently did.

Since he lived three hours away, his visits weren’t as frequent as I would have liked, but they were “overnighters” when they happened. He would transform the family room into his very own habitat…with pillows, blankets, Legos and anything else that suited his fancy.

He is the one who trained Grandma to serve him root beer and Lucky Charms for breakfast. He is the one who was responsible for all the sliced olives on the family room floor. He loved pizza but not the sliced olives—he threw them away—and in no particular direction, just away…

He also determined, early on, that putting his child-sized chair on top of the coffee table, and then sitting in it, made him feel bigger. So did standing on the coffee table. Since the coffee table was very plain, and solid oak, he did it no harm. The “harm” occurred when he tried the same thing at home or at his other grandparents’ home.

Oh well…

And now, this morning, I am waiting for Dylan to wake up. He has come to visit for the weekend. No longer ensconced in the family room, he is still asleep in the guest room. I am looking forward to visiting with him over a homemade breakfast, then going to his cousin’s football game.

Did I mention? He graduated from high school in June. I was there, in the delivery room, when he was born. I was there when he was growing up…where did the time go?

OK Grandma, you can look now….