Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Storm before calm


I had no sooner locked the door as their parents went out for the evening when I heard this wild clack-clack-clack and raucous laughter. There was Frog (age 3) pulling some sort of crazy wood toy - wait, is that a toy centipede? - running full speed from the living room down the hall towards the bedrooms. Every unexpected, big, surprise motion makes little sister Bird (age 1) laugh merrily, and with abandon. Which, of course, means the antecedent action must be repeated by big sister. This time, the action was wild, reckless running. Over and over. Yes, we were off! This would not be a lazy evening of reading books on the couch before bed, but something else indeed...

Frog raced the clacking centipede down the hall, with newly-walking Bird - who, seemingly overnight, has gone from crawling to running - chasing after her. Quickly, quickly, quickly raced big sister. After, after, after came little sister. Both children running, scooting, laughing, all the way from the living room past the dining room table down the hallway to the bedrooms, where all the doors were closed. A full immediate crashing stop ensued, followed by a bustling wrestling nestling heap and more raucous laughter. This might not end well, I thought, and immediately shifted into one of those strange experiences of time where I am in many places at once - totally present and right there in the room yet simultaneously lost in thought, past present future, future present past -

oh my, future - 
These two girls are actually playing together. This is the first time I have seen this, I think. I just know they are going to be great friends, yes, always and forever.

oh my, present - 
I am going to be right here next to them, keeping a close eye, even if I have to run alongside the two of them for every single step. I must help these bodies to stay safe, ensure that they give each other space. These are exactly the kind of silly antics that end with surprise hurt and I don't want that on my watch.

oh my, past - 
Remember my own boys? Those evening frolics? Why is it that roughhousing dovetails with bedtime? All the more so during the winter, I think, when we don't get as much time outdoors, using our full body. We always called this the last storm before the calm...remember how quickly the emotions can switch from laughter to tears?

oh my, past past - 
Remember when my younger brother cut his head on the cabinet at the end of the hall? He and I were running just like this! We were both so young...

This game of chase was not an activity I would have chosen for these two youngsters to play, but to 'squash' the idea would still leave me with lots of unused, unreleased, uncertain, whirling, swirling energy. How to get their minds on something else, quickly? I made the game-time decision to go along with the fun while doing my utmost to set safe parameters. In the end, no one got hurt - which felt amazing! How many times did my granddaughters and I run down the hallway, back and forth, with that silly wood centipede and Frog leading the charge? I don't know! There were so many funny squeals. Both girls showed good balance and control, recovering from stumbles without falling onto the floor. No one got squeezed in an unexpected 'pile on' of bodies, arms, legs. I got silly with them, running alongside with loud percussive 'bum bum bum' footsteps, making them both laugh. 

I knew the game was winding down when Bird switched into a crawling position and hustled down the hallway in her old preferred way. Everyone was tired. All this exuberant exercise led to an easy bedtime routine...and, hopefully, sweet dreams by all.

I sure hope this chase game isn't something that becomes a regular thing, especially when I am the babysitter. I will admit though - we all had good fun together.


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12 comments:

  1. Maureen, you are the best grandmother. I can see the girls running around and having a jolly good time. Love the time labeling: past to present. My youngest son broke his arm three times as a kid and always on a Sunday when we had to endure the emergency room instead of a doctor’s office.

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    1. I feel as if I am walking a tightrope when these shenanigans start...dare I allow or not? Yes, they are ubiquitous to childhood, I think!

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  2. Love the joy snd exuberance of your granddaughters. Sometimes energy just needs to be expended to insure a good night's sleep. You all had fun. That's what counts.

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    1. Thank you! Yes, energy needs to be expended, one way or another.

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  3. Maureen, oh my goodness! The energy of young children is hard to keep up with, and it sounds like you are able to keep up and have fun, too. I get exhausted trying to keep up with mine. My hat is off to you, friend!

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    1. I bookend naps around the childcare days, hahaha...they are so busy right now, it is hard to keep up. I do my best!

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  4. Maureen, this could be a scene on my watch. My little grandgirls love to run through my house as do yours. There is always excitement and yes it seems to be a nighttime routine. Your story unfolds so well. I was with you during every step they took. Being a grandma is beyond the best experience. Next week, I have the girls for three days. I can't imagine how tired I will be at the end of that Grma/Grmpa sitting.

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    1. Oh my, three days! We regularly do two days a week, and I have the best nap the day after, hahaha, I am so tired.

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  5. What fun! I love how you told this story - and I love the windows into the future, present and past... so powerful! So much joy, making so many memories!

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    1. thank you so much! Yes, there is so much joy!

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  6. What a delightfully poetic read! I was in awe of your language use but what really struck me was your oh my, future/present/past. I hope to read about your experience with more moments (but hopefully less active) like these soon!

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  7. Thank you for noting this! I wrote and rewrote that section, trying to really get into 'my headspace' - there is something about being with my grandchildren that has me in many places at once.

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