The Boss Lady and I had our kids and grandkids over on Saturday for Father’s Day. We grilled steaks and had a grand old time. Our granddaughters, ages 8 and 6, stayed for a couple of nights.
When they were very young, I would rock them and sing a song I made up. While NEVER EVER believing that I possess even 1/4 ounce of musical talent, they still allow me to rock with me and sing that tune for them.
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
I CAN’T EVEN TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU.
YOU ARE SPECIAL TO ME, SO VERY SPECIAL TO ME.
I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE A PART OF MY LIFE.
At the end they are always told: I WILL NEVER EVER NOT LOVE YOU.
I am sure someday they will be embarrassed with that little Poppi Tune and habit. But it is without even one smidgen of apology that I offer that practice to and for them at every opportunity.
Their 3-year-old brother has also begun to enjoy that event. And it is offered willingly to him as well.
I have no idea what those kiddos will remember about their early days at Mimi and Poppi’s house. But you had better believe we are trying every time they come to offer up a warm and loving welcome.
After all, I am a firm believer that is part of the Grand Parent Job Description!
For Stevie, Oakley, and Maverick.