Grandparents Day in the Land of the Lilliputians

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

I sometimes wonder if schools don’t hold Grandparents’ Day to remind grandparents that they’re not kids anymore.

Terry and I went to Grandparents’ Day at our youngest grandson, Nolan’s, four-year-old kindergarten class recently and, while a good time was had by all, it served as a reminder once again of the difference in scale between the world of adults and the world of kindergarteners.

It put me in mind of Jonathan Swift’s “Gulliver’s Travels” and Gulliver’s visit to Lilliput – except fortunately, none of the grandparents were tied down in the sand after washing up on shore.

It started out with all the kids sitting in a circle singing a few songs for their grandparents – or their stand-ins – who were sitting around the room.

At least, we were trying to, with varying degrees of success.

That’s because we were all trying to sit on chairs designed for kindergarteners, not for full-grown adults.

Most of us probably needed two of the mini-chairs to fit comfortably on, but there weren’t enough in the room to go around – especially since, in many cases, there were two grandparents per kindergartener.

Those of us who did manage to grab a chair before they were all gone probably wound up envying those who were forced to stand up.

Getting up out of those little chairs proved quite a challenge for grandparent joints and muscles.

I imagine there might have been a rush to the chiropractor’s office the next day.

There were other activities that followed, such as putting together puzzles, coloring fall scenes, counting leaves and separating them by color, and books to read.

The problem for all of us Brobdingnagian grandparents was that all of those activities were either on Lilliputian-scale tables and desks, or on the floor.

I can’t speak for all the other grandparents, but for me at least, standing back up after stooping to such depths is getting to be more and more of a challenge at my age.

Nolan, of course, wanted his grandmother and grandfather to try out all the different activities in the room.

That was true of most of his classmates his well, which created a veritable symphony of creaking, groaning, popping and squeaking as all the grandparents had to get up and down constantly.

Nolan had us working on the puzzles first – actually four of them, one for each of the seasons.

The puzzles were spread out on the floor, so we made sure he did all four of the puzzles before we left that area – with all the trouble it took his grandparents to get down on the floor to do the puzzles, we wanted to put off having to get back up as long as we could.

We did get up and managed to check out the coloring and the leaf sorting before we finished by reading a few books to Nolan.

We then watched some slideshows of several of the field trips the class had been on since the start of school – apparently the educational plan is to keep them moving as much as possible.

After that, it was the end of the school day and Nolan and his classmates ran off to their buses or their rides home.

The grandparents, meanwhile, were left far behind, shuffling their way toward the door.

The school did have free cookies and punch for the grandparents, but it might have been more appropriate – and more appreciated – to have a selection of liniments, ointments and rubs for sore muscles and aching joints.


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