Being a gramma, a gramma to an incredibly creative, curious, and active little boy, has me thinking about holding on and letting go.
I am holding on to the pure joy on his face when he dumps dirt on his hands (and arms and feet) and letting go of clean clothes – and seriously, how do you get dirt between your toes when you are wearing shoes and socks?
I am holding on to his stories and perspective, the zigs and zags of his imaginative play, and letting go of being in charge of the schedule.
I am holding on to those moments when he forgets I am close by and I get to hear him singing and talking to himself and letting go of needing to be part of the story.
I am trying very hard to hold on to his need for independence and autonomy because I know how important that is.
I know that my life is blessed to live close by and be a regular part of his week. I am snapping pictures and writing down stories and enjoying this time. Now, if I could just let go of his need to make every departure a game of chase.