Last night while browsing Craigslist, Zach read an ad he found in the items wanted section.
I am looking for a loving set of grandparents for my two sweet children, the ones we have couldn’t care less. Some aunts and uncles would be nice as well; If you know someone that would like a seven-year-old grandson, and a ten-year-old granddaughter, please contact me, serious inquires only please…
I was sort of waiting on him to tell me that it was a joke, but it wasn’t. I’m not sure why in the world someone would post something like this on Craigslist, but it is kind of sad, and it really made me think about how lucky we are that Evan as a set of insanely loving and doting grandparents.
I always knew that my mom and dad would be great grandparents, but I never could have fathomed just how much they would adore my kid. We are lucky to live pretty close to my parents, so Evan has always had a close relationship with his Mamaw and Papaw. We visit them several days a week, and Evan enjoys their undivided attention when he is there. My mother can make him crack up laughing by faking a sneeze, and my dad loves to stroll Evan around their neighborhood.
I probably get two or three text messages from my mom and dad every day when we are not visiting, inquiring about “Little E.” They are very interested in his growth and development, and are eager to hear all the details. I mean, these people have conversations with me about my kid’s poop–they are that interested!
Then, there’s the fact that Evan’s word of choice is: “Papaw”. Everything is Papaw, including Papaw, himself. Happiness is Papaw! I can’t even count the number of times I hear that “Puh-Pah-Puh” sound coming from my little boy’s mouth. It is a sweet sound, and believe me, his Papaw likes to hear it too. Can you say puh-puh-proud?
Believe me, I am thankful for Grandma and Grandpa in more ways than one. I am thankful that they are such a loving and positive influence in my son’s life, and I am also thankful that they are there to babysit sometimes when I need a break! They are no doubt going to spoil my little boy rotten, but that’s what grandparents are for, right?