Today is 100 days of school for my grandson. Last night his mother posted pictures on FB of him and his 100 Crayola crayons that he was counting and packing to take to preschool today. So, when he arrived at my house and sat down for breakfast, I asked him if he could count to 100 for me. Of course he could! What joy Papaw and I had as we watched his face as he got closer and closer to the magic "100". It was one of those moments I wanted to freeze and keep forever.
Parents and grandparents of any age child, but especially preschoolers, experience those feelings of wanting to hang on to every precious moment and to never forget the expressions, the activities, and the joy of being a child. My own three children grew up in the 70's and 80's before digital cameras and cell phones that make it so easy to snap a picture. My relatively sparse collection of their childhood photographs does not adequately capture all their cute moments, their awkward phases, their relationships with toys, pets, friends, and each other.
Being a grandparent has given me a "do-over" experience--not with my own children, but with my grandchildren. Although I don't see the older two very often, they know that when Lottie arrives, so does her camera, and so do her expectations of taking loads of pictures! The younger two, who are at my house multiple times a week, are becoming pros at this: "Look, Lottie, here is a pocket of light!" "Lottie, I see a bird in your yard!" "Lottie, I want to take a picture!" I'm blessed to be able to document their childhood and add my memories to those of their parents.
Today, I was reminded through Jack of his Uncle Matt when he was the same age, of his love of lining up toys (usually little cars, but also the same soldiers Jack was playing with). I'm counting the memories as Jack and I count dinosaurs and Indians and soldiers and crayons. Joyful day!