I was under the impress that when Granma and I go to babysit, "I'm" the babysitter. Turns out, the kids are too. Before Granma and I get there, the kids have made a thorough inspection of the floor, making sure there is no debris laying around that might cause Granam to trip and fall. The pathway to the chair Granma sits in is always clear and the chair is positioned just so....so Granma can just "PLOP" down into it. Sara, got a new dolly for Christmas. She brought it out for Granma to see. Then Sara asked Granma, "Granma would you like to hold her?" Look at Granmas face. She held that dolly for a long time.
Sara wanted to read Granma a story, so she scooted a chair next to Granma, put the book on Granma's lap and started telling the story. Sara's 4.
Joe likes to sit on Granmas walker and be pushed around, and Ben and Andrew are the alert "dogs" When Granma starts to get up from her chair they'll let me know "Granma's up" in their big boy voices. Sometimes Ben helps Granma move around the house, and get up out of her chair. They let her know when it's lunch time and time to pray.
Granma doesn't hear very well and so I use a big voice myself when I speak to her. One day Sara told me, "Mrs. Cloyd, don't you think that was a little too loud?" They are protective of her! And I'm reminded, once again, that a little tenderness can go a long way.
I love these children. I'm blessed by having them in my life. I think Granma is too.
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