Well, I returned last night from my week visiting my granddaughter and it was delightful. A two year old's world is magic, and it is an honor to participate. We played "trip" with her little chair and an ottoman behind it, and she loaded up the car, looked at the "map" and drove us to the science museum, the zoo, and to see a moose, zebras and flamingos. My job was to place myself where instructed, and "see" the animals. When we got out of the car I followed dutifully behind. What enchantment, to see her work out a real trip she and I were going to be taking on the train. It was a challenge to get her and all the paraphernalia on the train (carseat, suitcase, diaper bag, my purse, bag with books, crayons, babydoll, blanket, stickers, snack bag, etc). It took a village, but I met some wonderful, kind people who helped and talked to my granddaughter. She was great at my friend's house, and we spent an hour each day just walking around the block. We had to stop, pick up rocks, blow dandelions, backtrack, look at flowers and garden ornaments, and urge her onward, onward, to get her to move forward. She was always happy stopping right where she was on the sidewalk, and looking, touching, and finding tiny bugs and leaves.
Getting her to take a nap was beyond my capabilities, but with some timely car rides, she did get an hour or more each day, and was so tired when it was bedtime that she could be placed in the portacrib (no I didn't have to bring that along, fortunately my friend had one and a high chair and a booster chair). Naturally, we visited my friend's adorable six month old granddaughter, and basically basked in worshipful grandmotherhood.
Ah, this is the life! If old age is what allows such experiences, I'm all for it!
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