We had grand conversations when the boys were young.A Jeapordy contest brought joy. “Who was going to win? What an unfair question. Why would somebody dress so casually for television? I knew the answer, grandma, did you?”
Of course, thirty minute television segments don’t create bonding but they build a bridge. On second thought, maybe a bond.
Second graders are fabulous, curious loving creatures. Sophomores not so much, at least when it comes to grandparents. You move from being the coolest people in the universe to invisible and wonder how your fall from perfection happened. But instinctively you know because you had children before your real blessings made an appearance.
Then one day the Sophomore is stuck with you for a week. Parents out of town. Older brother off to college.Humph. Grouse. Mope around the house.
Seven o’clock approaches. “What would you like to do, grandson?”
“Well, we could order pizza and watch Jeapordy?”
“Thank God it’s not a video game request or driving practice, you think,”angry with yourself for your relief. Plus no cooking required. Score!
“ Seriously? You’re good with that?”
“ Sure, just like the old days! Why not?”
You’re not quite sure if it’s the forbidden pepperoni you’re chomping on or the laughter when you simultaneously get the right answer to the capital of Sweden and he fist bumps you, sparking unmitigated joy, but you relish the moment. Suddenly the solemn Sophomore is a second grader again and you are temporarily resurrected as the coolest person in the universe.
— Mugsy
Of course, thirty minute television segments don’t create bonding but they build a bridge. On second thought, maybe a bond.
Second graders are fabulous, curious loving creatures. Sophomores not so much, at least when it comes to grandparents. You move from being the coolest people in the universe to invisible and wonder how your fall from perfection happened. But instinctively you know because you had children before your real blessings made an appearance.
Then one day the Sophomore is stuck with you for a week. Parents out of town. Older brother off to college.Humph. Grouse. Mope around the house.
Seven o’clock approaches. “What would you like to do, grandson?”
“Well, we could order pizza and watch Jeapordy?”
“Thank God it’s not a video game request or driving practice, you think,”angry with yourself for your relief. Plus no cooking required. Score!
“ Seriously? You’re good with that?”
“ Sure, just like the old days! Why not?”
You’re not quite sure if it’s the forbidden pepperoni you’re chomping on or the laughter when you simultaneously get the right answer to the capital of Sweden and he fist bumps you, sparking unmitigated joy, but you relish the moment. Suddenly the solemn Sophomore is a second grader again and you are temporarily resurrected as the coolest person in the universe.
— Mugsy
So glad about this! Whether it's fiction or not... ---Macoff
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing the number of relationships enhanced because of a shared game show. Love it. opelikakat
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