Alexis and I planned our date in advance. Burton would be out of town and my oldest granddaughter, then 6, would spend the night with me at our farmhouse in northern Michigan. One catch: Alexis had never slept away from Camryn and Lindsay. As the date neared, Alexis’ feet grew colder.
After dinner in town, Alexis looked worried. “I don’t know, Gigi,” she said. (Gigi is my grandma name. It stands for Gorgeous Grandmother, in case you wondered. I picked it out myself.) “I’m nervous without my sisters.”
“It’s okay to be scared,” I said. I don’t believe in pressure. It generally backfires. “If you’re not comfortable, I’ll take you home.”
Her dark eyebrows pinched together. “I can’t decide.”
We visited the Dairy Queen while she thought about it. It was a warm summer night in northern Michigan. Vanilla custard soon dripped down the cone and glazed Alexis’ chin.
“If you’re not ready, we’ll try another time,” I said. “Please make up your mind soon so I don’t have to drive you back in the dark.”
She tossed out a wad of napkins and nodded. “I made up my mind. I’m coming.”
Alexis buckled the belt of her car seat in the back of my Jeep. Amy, her mom, had packed her belongings in a Lululemon bag printed with affirmations. Amy is a fitness buff and a fan of Lululemon athletic wear. The bag sat on the floor at Alexis’ feet. My intrepid passenger was quiet for a few minutes. Then she spoke.
“Gigi, do you know what it says on the Lululemon bag?” To my delight, Alexis was already an enthusiastic reader.
“No. What?”
“Everyday do one thing that scares you.”
“Wow,” I said, feeling goosebumps rise on my arms. “That’s a Godsign.”
At the farm we put together a jigsaw puzzle, then sat on the porch swing and sipped lemonade and read Dr. Seuss’ Oh, The Places You’ll Go! (Which I consider a masterpiece of 20th c. literature. And when you’re in a Slump/you’re not in for much fun./ Unslumping yourself/is not easily done. Among all the self-help books I’ve read, nothing has surpassed that simple, concise bit of wisdom.) Alexis changed into her Dora the Explorer nightgown, brushed her teeth with her princess toothbrush, and snuggled in bed with her pink blanket.
I expected my house guest to come padding downstairs to my bedroom at least once that night. I expected to have to convince her to return to bed. But I didn’t hear a peep until morning.
For breakfast, we ate fresh baked, still warm cherry glazed donuts at nearby Friske Orchards farm market. Alexis picked out fuzzy pocketbooks shaped like animals for herself and her two sisters.
On the way back to town, what she said popped goosebumps again.
“Do you know what I keep thinking, Gigi? If I hadn’t slept over, I wouldn’t have gotten to do a puzzle with you or read on the swing or buy presents for my sisters. I would have missed all that fun.”
Independence happens in baby steps. Sharing them is the privilege of being a Gigi.
What a great story “Gigi” – love the name and the person it belongs to as well. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Many thanks, Angela. Glad you enjoyed. The feeling is mutual.
Loved Reading about your Alexis. Was at the beach two weeks ago with my grandchildren–Walker (61/2 and Ellie (4). We were watching a” Madeline” movie on my Kindle Fire, and in this episode Madeline had told a fib—-when Walker (my maiden name) got very upset. I stopped the movie—she said, “Boo-Boo” (my moniker) I told a fib to my dad when I was five. She proceeded to tell me that when Ellie had a sore throat last year she wanted some of the cherry cough medicine. Her dad asked her if she really had a sore throat and she said yes. That little fib had been bothering this precious child. I was a little confused how to comfort her but not undermine the principal of telling the truth. Oh! the pureness of these young souls!
Want to hear the rest of the story. email me, please. i see a Godsign here. Thanks!
What a beautiful story ! As a grandmother of six I understand the sweetness of having one of them ( or more ) to spend time with me
What a gift of life !!,
Well said. And especially rewarding to have one at a time. Thanks for your lovely response.
Tis is really entertaining and its a great lesson. Do something that scares you sometimes or you will miss life…
I am honored that you enjoyed this. You take on some awesome challenges yourself. You were my primary inspiration in starting this blog, and you continue to dazzle me.
Nice entry, but Burton’s cherry glazed donut photo is making my mouth water something fierce.
thanks. i loved his photo. he’s especially pleased to have such a comment from you. and the donuts are as delicious as they look.
Loved your story and the special feelings you captured….as a “Nana” I share those moments you so beautifully described. Best to you! Anne