June 27, 2015
Ben and his family just touched down in Austin after their visit to Barcelona. We are glad they are safe and we are exhausted. I had forgotten just how much work it is having a young family. There is a lot to care for – kids, spouses, parents. And…it is constant. We are grateful that they were able to visit and we were able to see the grandkids enjoying such an adventure. In the end we were all exhausted.
I heard about a proverb the other day. It told of children being born with clenched fists. That was where their gifts to the world were held. It is the hope of parents all over the globe that as their children grow their hands will unfold to reveal and share those gifts.
After not seeing us for two months, Miss T (9 mo.) was a little wary of both Helen and I when she first arrived. That changed. I don’t know if she began to remember us subliminally or if we just wore her down with our constant presence. Either way, she eventually seemed to enjoy us as much as we enjoyed her. She is at a dynamic age; after her Acid Reflux Days, she has found life to be joyous. She is discovering her voice and routinely breaks out in operatic show-stopping squeals of delight. Delightful to us anyway.
Mr. L. took in everything while he was here. He began to understand the concept of differences in languages. He honed his already impressive map skills, receiving his own along with everyone else when they were distributed. He learned about The Metro and big city pedestrian life. He even shelled pistachios. A lot of his daily exercise was gained from running ahead of the family group on the wide sidewalks that we strolled daily and then running back – staying within sight but stretching the boundaries along the way. He was quite dedicated to the task he took on as “unlocker” of the primary door at the street and upstairs to our apartment. These particular keys were big. They resembled old-time keys that could have unlocked a treasure chest. As we approached the last corner on return trips, he would tear off to the front door. I would quietly pull the keys out of my pocket so they were ready when he remembered his duty and ran back for them. This was tradition carried over from our Rainey Street condo days.
My keys are heavy in my pocket now. I am confident that my nietos will continue to open their little hands as they grow to share their gifts with the world and manage the keys to the future.