Today a friend shared a picture of her precious grandson. He was flopped over in tears, not wanting to leave his Granny’s house.
Ah, the memories that brought back.
When Aub and the littles were small and they didn’t want to leave Maemae and Cap’s house, it could get quite emotional and a bit dramatic. They might not want to pick up the toys and put them away because that put them one step closer to leaving, and the fun would be over until next time.
Something that they couldn’t bear thinking about.
And so, cue the pitching of the fit.
I’m sure there was a part of the fits that had to make my parents feel good, but they never missed a beat and let on that they did. Eventually they came up with the perfect solution.
In the beginning it was the DumDum suckers. They were safe for our food allergy child, and different folks liked different flavors. Daddy thought the Savannah blueberry ones were interesting. He knew I loved the coconut and would pull one out for me from time to time. I think Mama liked the banana split. (Or was it orange? I know orange Tootsie pops were her thing.) For a while our Princess loved the mystery flavors and trying to guess what it was. Then she moved on to the bubblegum or strawberry shortcake because PINK. Sometimes folks would linger over flavor choices just to spend more time there with Maemae, looking and thinking about it and choosing.
Around Christmas one year I found some of those Bob’s soft peppermint candies and got them for Daddy. Those went in a separate jar and became another option. Then at some point Mama bought those caramel creams and put them on a pretty cake plate that sat empty much of the time. Another option.
It’s good to have choices. And in this case, it was win win win. And it got folks out the door with smiles on their faces. I even saw one or two of the lovely women who took such good care of Daddy when he was sick picking up one or two for the road.
It just worked like that.
I was thinking about that today, and about how I want to start that tradition back here at our house. I even have the jar and the cake plate tucked away for just that.
Because you know, a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down–or get the little ones out the door–whatever works, my friends. Whatever it takes.
Tonight I’m thankful for memories of my crew huddled with Maemae around the candy dish, contemplating this very serious choice at the end of each visit. I hope they will remember those times and know they were loved so very much.
Love to all.