At least once a month, I take our tiny person to see his great grampa. Today I am sharing just three of the ways they are connected that bring me so much joy.
The older one had a stroke just two weeks after the little one came into our lives. During those next 6 weeks I would begin to build a new perspective on life span. They both needed lots of care and when the stress of dad’s rehab got to be too much, I would swing by and get some lovely baby snuggles.
While dad loses his hold on names and connections, our little is building an amazing set of memories. He knows how many tunnels we go through on the way to visit great grampa. He knows the name of the street we exit on the freeway. He knows how to find the elevator and what floor button to push. And they are both calm is a different way when they are together. Dad listens carefully and our little is patient as he repeats his questions and stories.
And on those days when I go alone, even on the days when dad might not exactly remember who I am, he always asks about “the little boy.” His smile broadens and his eyes light up when he holds the picture cube our little and his mama made.
These two are such a gift.
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