This weekend we celebrate one of the grandson’s fourth birthday. Time really does fly by when you’re having fun, as it seems like it was just yesterday he made his grand entrance.
My daughters had their first-born just three months apart, which equals two 4-year-old grandsons who are convinced they know more than this ole’ Gigi does. There are very few things I enjoy more than spending time with the grandchildren, as I’m rich with a half-dozen true gems – three grandsons and three granddaughters.
While raising my girls, who are now in their 30s, I thought having daughters was the best thing I could have ever hoped for, until I was blessed with grandsons. With three grandsons from 4-7 years old, I have to admit they are far less complicated than girls could ever be. Boys can be easily entertained. As long as you can bounce a ball, pick your nose and talk about poop, it’s a no brainer.
The oldest grandson is an up and coming athlete and who knew I’d actually enjoy sitting on a bleacher until my butt goes numb to watch him play whichever sport is in season. The 4-year-old grandsons have their own agenda and as long as I’m game to play along, they always let me in on their fun.
I often wonder how my daughters, who I thought I had raised the same, ended up being like night and day. I finally realized, no matter how much you think you’re doing everything the same, the second time around, you’re really not. With five years between them, I was definitely less stressed and structured with the second kid and luckily, as adults, they now find it humorous.
There’s nothing better than when the 4 year olds are together, as you never know, from one minute to the next if they will be giggling or fighting. Recently, while putting together LEGOS, Gavin told his partner in crime, cousin Hank, his new creation was very impressive.
“Impressive you called me?” screamed Hank. “Don’t you call me that!”
“Mom, Gavin’s calling me names,” followed that.
The LEGO building was followed with lunch when suddenly Gavin started crying.
“Hank’s being mean to me,” he sobbed into his chicken nuggets.
When asked what the crime was, he said Hank “showed his mouth to me,” apparently when it was full of his chicken nuggets.
The grandsons typically begin fighting within 10 minutes of being with each other and can argue about anything from who is oldest to who has the worst runny nose, but at the end of the day, they always tell each other, “you’re my best friend.”
The granddaughters give me sugar and spice and everything nice while the grandsons give me everything I never knew I was missing.
Sandy Turner is a GateHouse Media columnist.