My Gwumpa Stories will be fewer and farther between after this week… Mamasan and The Grandboy are heading off to different pastures soon.

It was inevitable – mine was just a temporary safehouse in a storm.

And, like all little birds, these are ready to start flying on their own.

But not without a little breath of Gwumpa prayer to accompany God’s wind beneath their wings.

Grandboy (in his car seat, yawning): Gwumpa why you take me to school in the dark? Momma doesn’t take me to school in the dark.

Me: Ah I have to get to work before momma, so I have to leave earlier.

Grandboy: But why you work? Momma works.

Me: I need to make money and help my friends at work get stuff done.

Grandboy: But why you need money?

Me: I want to help people and take care of things like the house and car and food. Also I need to save money to take care of myself.

Grandboy (shocked, sad): Ohhh gwumpa you can’t take care of yourSELF. You need a helper to fight with you and watch for when bad guys come and protect your stuff.

— Ah the boy gets it. My job is done here.