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Gwumpa Stories

I'm a gwumpa. A grandfather, more precisely, but to those who matter to these stories, I'm simply Gwumpa. Those are the ones who sing with me when no one else is around to hear my squawking. The ones who think that a dusty old model car is a trophy for winning a racing event, even when told the car was actually a gift from someone long ago. The ones who look at their mom and dad and then at me, and play, "spot the differences" in their heads. The ones who carry on my parents' legacy. I'm very aware of how precious are the moments of clarity the little ones bring to us - if we are tuned in enough to listen to what we are hearing. That's why this site exists... to help me remember this as my life force ebbs and wanes. Perchance to bring a smile to your face. Maybe you have the honour of recognising these these moments, too, with your own children and little grandbitties. If so, you are blessed indeed. Peace and awareness to you , always.

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Throw yer legs in the air, and wave ’em like you just don’t care

Grandboy (laying on his back on the kitchen chair): Gwumpa you do this (kicks his legs in the air)

Me: No thank you.

Grandboy: You really should try it Gwumpa (kicks one leg up again)

Me: No thank you I don’t want to be laying on my back on the kitchen chair putting my feet in the air.

Grandboy: It’s relaaaaaxing… (smiles)

Me: I’ll think about it

Grandboy (triumphant): Yay!

Out of the old, a new

Grandboy, standing at the recycle bin, mortified: GWUMPA!

Me: Yessir?

Grandboy: Why you, why you recycle these things? (Picks up mid-sized cardboard containers and plastic bottles, all rinsed or clean)

Me: So we can reuse them.

Grandboy: No I mean why recycle THESE? I can make SPACE SHIPS from these now! (Takes them from the bin and starts working on them with his kid scissors and tape)

— Oh, my child’s child. It’s good to know the old ways will not die out with us :’)

I don’t know

Grandboy: Gwumpa, what is that (on video game)?

Me (looking up): O i don’t know.

Grandboy (frustrated, moves the character about):

Grumpa, what is THAT? (points to the same thing)

Me: I don’t know.

Grandboy: Huh? What do you mean, “I don’t know”?

Me: Means I don’t know…

Grandboy: Why don’t you know, Gwumpa?

Me (not resisting the urge at all): I don’t know

Grandboy: AAAAAGHHHHH

Spraying my face

Grandboy (fussing and walking in from the bathroom): Gwumpaaaaa

Me: Why are you fussing?

Grandboy: I spray momma’s perfume on my face and eye.

Me: Why did you spray perfume? You were supposed to be brushing your teeth.

Grandboy: I WAS brushing my teeth 🙁

Me: No you weren’t. You were spraying your face with perfume. That’s what happens when you aren’t doing what you should be doing.

Grandboy: So if I supposed to be spraying my face, I will really brush my teeth?

Me: Get back in there 🙂

Squirrel

Grandboy: Ok Gwumpa make sure no one takes my food while I’m gone. Not the DOG, not MOMMA, not anyone. Not even YOU.

Me: Ok.

Grandboy: This is an IMPORTANT JOB Gwumpa you have to do it. O and not bees either. Make sure no BEES take my food. You know what they look like, they’re BLACK and YELLOW and they like my flowers. And my FOOD Gwumpa.

Me: Ok.

Grandboy: The bees, the bees don’t HURT you if you leave them alone. They live outside remember when you and I saw the bees outside and you said not to bother them and they didn’t hurt us? And we saw squirrels too but they were too fast for me but the bees didn’t hurt them either.

Me: Yep. I remember. Where was it you were going again?

Grandboy (slightly dancing still) O that’s right. I have to go potty. Can you watch my food while I’m gone?

Try different ways

Grandboy (throwing an empty plastic bowl up in the air): Look gwumpa, i catch it, loo.. (bowl hits the ground)

Me: Keep tryin’

Grandboy (repeating the exercise, and always *almost* catching it)

Me: That’s ok, try different ways. You’ll get it.

Grandboy: (finally) Look I got it!

Me: Ah but catching it on your face doesn’t count. But, actually you’re right. I told you to try different ways. Good job 😀

Everyone needs jobs

Grandboy: Gwumpa, how you get this truck?

Me: I got a job and got paid for doing work, then I paid for the truck.

Grandboy: Everyone needs things.

Me: Yep.

Grandboy: Everyone needs jobs.

Me: Yep if you can work, you should. It makes you stronger and you help people get stuff done. And you get paid to do it.

Grandboy: I need a job now?

Me: No, yes, well kind of. Your job right now is to go to school and do what your momma tells you. Your momma and I will take care of the rest.

Grandboy: Yah! And my other job is to sing songs to make the red light turn green, like this: “Go away, go away, red light go away” SEE IT TURNED GREEN I’M DOING A JOB SEE?!!?!

Good fences make for great neighbours

Grandboy (eyeballing what’s left of my piece of his birthday cake): Gwumpa I really like that part (pointing at the frosting)… Really I like it a lot (points closer). I like that part of your cake. THAT PART (nearly touching the frosting now)

Me (gently knocking his hand up in the air): Oi boy, you have some of THAT PART on YOUR OWN cake, haha. This one’s mine.

Learning about boundary lines and property rights may save his life someday…

The magic of pretending

Grandboy: Why the Christmas lights outside shut off in the daytime?

Me: O that’s because of the photoelectric cells. They see the sun is up and flip the switch to cut off the flow of electricity to the lights.

Grandboy: Oooooh. And when it’s darktime the phonolen thing it turns on the lights.

Me: Yep.

Grandboy: But I can PRETEND they turn on and off with MAGIC, right?

Me: Sure! Nothing wrong with pretending about magic. Boom you’re a monkey.

Grandboy: Now I’m hungry Gwumpa. I can have banana now?

Cease and desist, Gwumpa

I have been given a “cease and desist” order by mamasan when I told the grandboy that I’d sic Goldilocks’s bears on Santa if I caught him sneaking around my house (it’s bad enough with the 24/7 surveillance routine).

The order was given with THAT LOOK and a comment that she and he would get in trouble at school…