I never played with my cousins growing up, but I see how important they are to my grands. It helps that out of my five grandkids, four are boys of similar ages. (Poor Tuesday)
Their personalities are so closely similar. They laugh, fight, connive, cry, hug, learn and love.
I’m one of the common denominators in their little lives. Sure my kids get together and have the kids over to each other’s houses, but coming to Grandma’s is one way to get together.
I wish I had the time and energy to do this all the time. Unfortunately, I’m not retired and “life” wears me down so it’s not possible.
When I see all the times where they do get to play together, I see how special it is. Love.
I have the game, “Would you Rather” but I don’t think any adults have ever played it in my house.
For nearly five years, it’s been me reading the cards to my granddaughter and her telling me her answer. When she was younger, she struggled answering because she knew she didn’t want either. Ha!
[Just like life, little girl. Sometimes you have to choose anyway.]
So — for fun — would you rather . . .
. . . lose your ability speak for one year -OR- your ability to walk for one year?
. . . be the shortest boy in the fourth grade -OR- the tallest girl in the fourth grade?
. . . always be itchy -OR- always feel like you have to pee?
. . . be an only child -OR- have seven siblings?
. . . live forever as a 13-year-old -OR- as a 65-year-old?
Have a GREAT day!
P.S. My box — complete with puppy love on the corners.
A few weekends ago, I drove two of my kids and two grandkids to a family wedding. It was at least two hours away and to avoid a night drive, we stayed overnight in a hotel.
It was so fun to experience the sheer joy the kids feel when they check into a hotel. Jump on the bed; put leftover drinks in the little frig; stick clothes in empty drawers — F-U-N.
I had forgotten what a kick it is for the kids. I had to thank my daughter for coming along, so I could experience that again.
I am the luckiest woman! I have all four of my grandkids within the same metro area as myself and another grandson within a couple of states. A couple of nights this summer, I’ve had them all stay overnight with me for a sleepover with their cousins. It’s loud, organized chaos. It’s great to see them fight w/ each other, connive, laugh, cry, and love each other.