I heard birds chirping the other day. The sweet sound took me by surprise. It has been such a long and dreary winter that I had forgotten all about birds and sunshine and all things that are beautiful that come after a bitter cold season. Since that day I have had this craving for fresh flowers, the kind of craving I usually have for dark chocolate. I need flowers. I need to have some sign of life sitting on my kitchen table to remind me of all that is good after battling the winter blues.
I first satisfied my craving with chrysanthemums the color of a ripe green apples. Not a lot just a few. On the way to the library the other day I noticed that my signs of life were not looking so lively any more. As I was going out the door I grabbed some extra cash and thought that the boys and I could look for a flower shop to satisfy my craving and pick out a flower for Grandma Klein as well. It had been such a long time since we had seen her and Gibson would be thrilled to pick out a flower for her.
Our visit to the library went so exceptionally well that I thought we probably could manage a visit to grandma's before Gibson hit the overtired wall. We set out to find a little flower shop that we once spotted. With no success I decided to head back to a flower shop I knew of. At this point Gibson started to fade away. His head was nodding and his eyes were getting heavy. I decided that if he fell asleep we would not go, if not we would make a go of it. He stayed awake, and we finally arrived at a quaint little shop, and after much debate Gibson chose a vibrant orange gerber daisy as the flower he wanted to give to his grandma. He was overjoyed to carry his flower out in its brown paper wrapping.
We followed our normal routine upon our arrival at grandma's big house. we watched the regulars play a game of pool and then we made our way to the elevator. after punching in the code to grandmas floor and keeping gibson away from all emergency buttons we finally arrived only to be greeted by a nice nurse telling us that we shouldn't be on the floor because everybody was sick and she didn't want my boys to get sick. disappointed, I asked her to deliver our flower to grandma. She graciously said she would wait with gibson and elliott as i ran it into the dining room were grandma sat eating lunch. when i got to grandmas table i put my arm around her and said hello. she responded like she always used to respond with, well hello there sweetie. I then told her that gibson had picked out a flower for her and with great joy she said, oh gibson did. I said goodbye and I loved her and that I had to get back to the boys in the hallway. as we got back onto the elevator i then noticed a big white sign that said visitors were restricted on that floor due to the flu. once again, i was too distracted to notice...oops. we then finished our routine by watching the regulars play another game of pool, followed by lunch and naptime when we got home.
After we got home and the boys were asleep, my mom called saying that a sad blessing had happened...grandma klein passed away. i immediately started sobbing knowing all that had just occurred, knowing that i just hugged her goodbye. my heart ached for my grandpa and my dad wishing that it had been them who had just been with her. wishing that it had happened on one of their daily and weekly visits, not on my random one. oh, my heart aches.
Looking back it was providential that the boys and i saw grandma. My new craving for fresh flowers, a library visit that didn't leave me exhausted and just wanting to go home, and my obliviousness to posted signs prohibiting visitors all gave me one last chance to say goodbye.
There are many things that i will remember about my grandma. she was such a strong woman. she raised seven successful and caring children. she was married for an amazing fifty-eight years and she was a phenomenal cook. most importantly she was a godly woman saying the rosary into the late stages of her Alzheimer's disease. her prayers were one of the last things she remembered. her presence here on earth will be missed, but i think we all find great comfort in knowing that for the first time in a long time grandma finally knows she is home.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
tonight was an exciting night. gibson and i had our first date. steve and i have decided that we are going to each take gibson and elliott (eventually) on a special date once a month. since having two kids, it seems that we rarely have one on one time with them separately and have made them one entity. this is a bummer because they are each their own person and we often miss out or are too overwhelmed to notice their endearing qualities.
in the spur of the moment we decided tonight was the night to start. in an attempt to kill two birds with one stone our first stop was snip-its to get gibson's hair cut. he loves this place. videos are playing everywhere, battery opperated toys always within his little reach and most importantly a bebopping machined that fantastically delivers a prize at the end. i like it too. with each haircut, the nice lady always asks me...is he always this good?...and i pretend he is.
after our thrilling adventure in the land of bribery, we went to starbucks for chocolate milk. gibson politely ordered chocolate milk with whipped cream and stared wide eyed as his beverage was presented. we sat at a large table and sipped our drinks over a game of checkers. gibson made up the rules as we went and the conversation flowed.
as bedtime quickly approached gibson left without a fuss and stopped at the counter for the sweetest interaction with the starbucks worker. it went something like this...
m: gibson why are you stopping?
g: i am going to ask the man if we can take our drinks home. (in a whisper)
starbucks man: can i help you?
g: may i please take my drink home?
sm: well of course
finally, as we were approacing home and i ran out of stories to tell him, gibson broke the silence.
g: momma that was a good date
m: i agree, i had fun
g: i'm going to sleep well tonight
m: why is that?
g: we had a good date, that's the reason.
i think i needed this date more than he did. thanks gibbers for a great time. i can't wait until next time.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Where has the time gone? Gibson is three. That is just crazy. It feels like just yesterday when he would cuddle up into a tiny ball and sleep on my chest. Ok. On some days though it feels like he should be ten. He is one ball of fire that drains my energy. Seriously. Gibson is three. And what a three year old he has become. He now has moments, just moments...mind you, that he can reason through something. We have had breakfast, lunch and dinner with his immaginary friend Hunter. He makes toast, turns off the lights and picks up after me. And his commentary leaves us fighting back laughter and searching for any piece of scrap paper to jot down his musings. Temper tantrums still live on...not as many though. Whinning Gibson still shows his face...not as loud anymore. And the wheelin' dealin' man still persists...a bit more realistic now. We have to say that we are enjoying the three year old Gibson thouroughly.
At his well child visit today Gibson weighed in at 30lbs and 36inches. Leaving everyone in the room cheering for his recent good health and significant growth spurt. He may still be small in stature, but Gibson's personality is larger than life. May he always celebrate his heart and the special boy God made him to be.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I often forget things. I forget how much food I fed Gibson at what age. If I don't write it down, I now forget what my boys measurements are at each of their well child visits. And it seems that I have forgotten every stage that Gibson went through to get to where he is today. I forget until Elliott reminds me.
We are currently at the "uh-oh" stage. Elliott is a mover and a shaker. He now climbs everything and is into anything that he can get his hands on. If he sees something he wants he will waste no time in getting it. Oh, how I forgot how many times you have to say 'uh-oh' before a baby gets what it means. The problem is that with everytime I say it to Elliott he looks at me with a gleam in his eye, huge smirk on his face and head right back to his destination. When I take him away he laughs and looks directly a his brother for affirmation, which he gets. We are so in trouble!!