Time truly is relative for grandparents and grandchildren

FATHER’S DAZE
Emmitt B. Feldner  for The Review

It’s bad enough when we grow older, but when grandchildren grow older it seems to age their grandparents at an even faster rate.

Of course, I’d be feeling older all the time even without grandchildren, but they seem to speed the process.

Then you get a co-worker who moans and groans on her birthday about turning 26 and being “so old,” halfway to middle age, even.

I don’t know what that puts me halfway to – and I probably don’t want to ask.

Our middle grandson, Aiden, will turn five later this month and he’s showing his age more and more all the time.

Fortunately for him, showing his age is still cute and adorable.

Showing my age is just painful, creaky and decrepit.

Although Aiden’s attention still wanders more than a desert nomad, he still at least is increasing his focus on some things.

And when it comes to some things, like finding excuses for not going to bed at bedtime, his focus becomes darn near laserlike.

He’s not quite as inquisitive as in his younger days, but he still has plenty of questions – not all of which Mee-Mee or Poppie have an answer for, or want to venture an answer for.

He’s into a coaxing phase these days, where he has to be persuaded to do certain things.

We watched him for a few hours over the weekend while his mother was working and his father had an appointment.

Before we picked him up, we found a Packers jersey at a thrift store that looked to be just his size, so of course we had to get it for him.

But when we showed it to Aiden and asked him to try it on to make sure it fit, he decided he didn’t want to.

Never mind that he spent half of the winter wearing a cheesehead topped knit hat Mee-Mee found for him.

He did finally relent and we found that it fit perfectly – so well that he wore it the rest of the afternoon.

We stopped for lunch and ice cream at a little shop and he finished off his entire grilled cheese sandwich without urging – although he did make quite a game out of eating the strawberry slices that came with it.

He decided to try to suck all the juice out of one of them before eating it, then stretched the other one out by eating it in tiny

Someone from the establishment came by shooting pictures of the customers, but Aiden suddenly became shy and modest and declined to have his picture taken.

It left Mee-Mee and Poppie wondering who this strange little boy with us was.

Since he finished off his lunch, we treated him to an ice cream cone – and now he decided it was fine to get his picture taken.

Apparently, it’s just a matter of motivation for a temperamental almost-five-year-old.


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