I was lucky enough to be babysitting for my grandsons the other day. I'm so grateful to have three of the grandkids live right here in East Hampton, and these three are all boys. I joke about having to go to Pennsylvania to get my "girl" fix, but I also admit to the fact that I know if I'm lucky enough to be an old lady some day, having three grandsons around will be really nice.
My mother lived right next door to us and she often called over to ask one of my boys for a hand with some simple task that was difficult for her to do alone, like changing the lightbulbs over her kitchen counter, or getting the Christmas tree into the stand and in place. She could no longer reach things in her upper cabinet and was smart enough not to attempt climbing on ladders for hanging bird feeders or getting something down from the top shelf of the pantry. So she called on "her" boys. And now I'll have mine.
Interestingly enough, as much as I might plead for assistance with something around my house, help is rarely forthcoming without a considerable effort on my part. Yet when their grandmothers called, they were always there for them. I'm looking forward to being the one that gets that kind of attention! (I only wish the grandchildren from PA were to be as close at hand. My grandson there is such a sweet natured boy I know he'd be quick to respond whenever I needed him. And having a couple girls around would be nice for reasons I may go into another day!)
Let's see, in ten years they'll be 16, 14, and 11....perfect ages for helping around the house. I think perhaps it won't be so hard getting those Christmas decorations out of the attic then...
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