Like so many parents and grandparents I know of we are shocked to see how the “kids” have grown and moved forward while we keep holding on. Our kids are all grown up now and even the youngest grandchild is in school full time. Well, okay, full-time preschool, but you know what I mean! Our walls are decorated with their pictures – first time this, first time that, when they and we were young. Meanwhile they keep climbing upward and onward.
I was thinking of this yesterday when Dorrie and I were doing yard work at our family home in Amherst. The small plastic climbing structure was covered in leaves and fallen crab apples. It had not been climbed on for more than one season and had been passed on to us years ago from our neighbors when their kids outgrew it. There it stood in the overgrown grass; a witness to change. So we did what you do. We hauled it to the street corner and waited for someone to come along and pick it up. I didn’t even get a chance to put the sign on it when round the bend came a neighbor with three kids in tow – the youngest pushed in a stroller. They ran up and the deal was made. Free. You haul it away.
When her husband Izzy came by to pick it up I almost cried but I didn’t because seeing it taken apart and squeezed into his cargo van was too sweet. Instead of it landing in the landfill it was going to have another life.
Our grands are already climbing other heights like preschool and 3rd grade and Middle School. Like Moses standing at the edge of the Promised Land we are not going to be able to follow them forever. I told Izzy about how we inherited the climber from a neighbor and now he was charged with doing the same. Love it and pass it on.
This is just a Nana story. Nothing profound. Our blessed little life. Always behind and looking back and up. Meanwhile, the girl up there on the highest climbing structure in the playground? She smiles at me and says, Nana, Nana, it is okay. We are all okay.