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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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Don’t touch that. Don’t even look at it.

I’m teaching the grandboy life-savings skills today.

Grandboy (holding something upside-down over his head): Lookit me! Look Gwumpa hey look look at me!)

Me: AAAUGH quick put that down…! Don’t touch that. Don’t even look at it.

Grandboy: What? That’s momma’s purse.

Me: Yep if anything happens or anything is missing you don’t want to be part of that. Put it down to be safe.

Grandboy: No, it’s ok. I be careful (shaking the purse that’s still upside-down over his head)

Me: Boy, you gotta lotta learnin’ to do…

Not a good plan, Gwumpa

Grandboy: I can have cookie? I’ll ask mom.

Me: No, you got in trouble. You don’t ask for special treats after you get in trouble.

Grandboy: Well, what I do then?

Me: You wait. And don’t go asking mom for a cookie. Please wait til your mom offers you one.

Grandboy: O no, I don’t think that’s a good plan, Gwumpa. (pout)

MAMA. MOM. MA. MA MA MA MA

Grandboy (coming in from the other room): ..ma! Mama. Mom. Mama! MAMA

Mamasan: Yes?

Grandboy: Mom. Ma. Mama. MAAA

Mamasan: Yes, what?

Grandboy: MAMA

Mamasan: WHAT do you WANT?!?

Grandboy: I can have some water?

Mamasan: Ye..

Grandboy: Or some… chocolate milk? (Blink blink) (the blinky effect made more effective because one eye doesn’t close all the way, so he looks like a drunken mess)

— The boy’s got a career in sales, methinks.

What is ‘Life’?

Grandboy: Ow I pinched myself with this thing.

Me: O no. It looks ok, no blood. Did you learn something from that?

Grandboy: I be careful.

Me: Yep, sometimes you learn stuff when you get hurt. That’s part of life.

Grandboy: What is ‘life’?

Me: ‘Life’ is everything you’re doing and everything around you. Like coloring, eating, hugging mama,

Grandboy: Getting pinched.

Me: Yep, getting pinched. That’s part of life too. Life is (open arms wide) everything.

Grandboy (breaks into the song): Everything is AWESOME…


 

Yep. Everything is awesome.

The Sounds of Science

If you listen carefully you can hear the sounds of children learning.

“Gwumpa I got my shoe stuck in the tree on accident”

That’s the sound of a kid learning where not to place his foot as he climbs a tree.

“Gwumpa these are so itchy. Why I kick that thing?”

That’s the sound of a kid learning what happens when you kick a fire ant bed and then stand nearby watching the excitement.

Science is cool. And sometimes itchy

That sneaky Claus

Me: Your room is a mess.

Grandboy: Yes. Why my room is a mess?

Me: You brought stuff in here and left it laying about.

Grandboy: Not me! Maybe a (makes scared face) CREEEATURE sneaked in here and left stuff.

Me: O I know. It was Santa Claus. He’s always sneaking into people’s homes and leaving stuff around.

Grandboy:Yes! Santa Claus messed up my room!


 

Mamasan is going to have a talk with me soon I think ๐Ÿ™‚

Stealing prayers

When it’s my time to tuck in the grandboy we start with prayers of thankfulness, then prayers for help.

That puts us in the right state of mind and reminds us that God has provided so much for us already.

Also this tells us that God comes first in our lives before anything we want or need.

That’s not my invention; that pattern was stolen straight from the Lord’s Prayer :p

Drive-by hugs

Grandboy, shouting imperiously, “GWUMPA!!”

Me, wondering what I’d done, “Yessir? What’s up?”

Grandboy, in the same tone, and running from one room, past me and then outside, “ILOVEYOU! GWUMPA I LOVE YOU!”

So far nothing has come chasing him from the other room, so I imagine that was just a bout of excitement that hit him