In the past I have told you about my sister the clown, and my brother, Santa Clause aka guy at the Renaissance Faire, this week I am thankful for my grandson, “Shaun White.” Well ok, he is not really Shaun White, but he certainly looks like he could be his brother or cousin. For the sake of keeping him anonymous (in a way) we will call him “Shaun.”
“Shaun” was my first grandchild. I was about 36 when he was born, so I have always looked pretty young to have a grandson, after all I WAS pretty young. Boy was I proud, and I would tell everyone I came upon I was a granny and don’t make me get the pictures out! In fact it was about this time that I began learning how to 4×4 and they called me 4×4 Granny. It had been 20 years since I had my daughter and it had been drilled into me that I was a notsofancy mother so I was scared to death to be alone with him, but I could not stop staring at him and holding him when I got the chance. I was so afraid something would happen while he was in my care, but I never did break him.
He spent a lot of time with his paternal grandmother who spoke Spanish to him so his first words that I knew of were agua, leche, and Nanu, which is what he called his other Grandma.
When my husband and I got together and he was about two and we took him camping. He had just started talking and I did not know who or what a Nanu was. We spent most of the time walking around the forest going where ever he thought Nanu was. We eventually got his mind distracted by teaching him to collect wood. He thankfully was too young to know we kept walking in a big circle. We had quite the stock pile of wood in those two days. Of course because of the fire danger you are not allowed to have a fire, but it kept him from crying so I was going with it.
During the day we went on the back roads and parked near a deep cool stream near where people would cross in their 4×4 vehicles and it had some decent swimming holes. It was littered with big boulders that you could not see in the water so it was a tricky drive but of course this 4×4 granny made it through with no problem. We allowed “Shaun” to play in the stream while we waited for the next vehicle to come through. He ran over to the bank near that next vehicle and started jabbering away at them. It totally looked like he was giving him tips on how to get through the deep boulder strewn river crossing. Pointing this way and that, diaper hanging to his knees because of the water all the water in it, and he, talking the travelers all the way through the rough spot. I am not sure if he was talking in Spanish, English or Gibberish but he talked up a storm to each one who went through.
It was not until we came home did we actually find out who Nanu was but I will always cherish this memory. We also learned he got car sick on that trip. He had both my hubby and I dry heaving. I think hubby may even have thrown up. Looking back it is funny, NOW!
“Shaun” graduated from high school this year. I cannot believe he will be 18 next month. He graduated from the same high school both my daughter and I went to. It has been a hard road for him to get here but with my daughter’s perseverance he is graduating and will be starting college with a scholarship this summer. He is a gentle and loving soul, I am so proud of him. My daughter has molded him into the kind respectful young man he has become. I am also proud of her and admire her for the wonderful mother she has become.
Yes this Thankful Tuesday and today I am thankful for my grandson “Shaun.”
Who are you thankful for?
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