Our grandson loves to play hide and seek. He is two and a half. We love to play hide and seek with him.
There are two reasons why. First, we love watching him play. Secondly, we love watching how he plays.
He will run not far away and put his back against the wall. Then he covers his eyes. We love it. He thinks because he cannot see us, we cannot see him.
We do see him, he just doesn’t know it yet. Sooner or later he’ll grow beyond this game and know the truth. We will love him all the same, whether or not he understands it all now.
She wrote with her right foot.
Her name was Virginia. She and her elderly mother lived for a while with my grandparents in Taunton, Massachusetts, where my grandmother provided in-house care. Virginia was disabled by polio as a child, which left her without the use of her arms and hands. Her mother used to care for her until the workload became too great. So, they moved from Shreveport, Louisiana to Massachusetts, and that’s where I got to meet them.
Virginia wrote with a fountain pen. I was a nosy kid and asked a lot of questions. She even let me watch as she used her left foot to place the fountain pen between the first and second toe of her right foot. I would watch with amazement as she wrote letters to family and friends back in Shreveport.
One evening, I asked my two-year-old grandson if he wanted to go outside. He likes to go outside. I got distracted in conversation with my son and daughter-in-law, and Brayden picked up a toy and played with it. Before long he came to me with his shoes and new little windbreaker. He had not forgotten.