What a joy to spend four days with my 2 yr old granddaughter alone at my home. Every minute was filled with adventure and wonder. Making a bed, cutting out cookies, reading a book, or counting objects are all games with oohs and ahhs and laughter. At two you can bribe them into taking a shower or brushing their teeth, even picking up toys, by promising them a treat. And the treat can be anything from blowing bubbles to playing dress up with Grammy’s scarves.
I look at her reflection in the round mirror attached to my dresser while she stands on my chair wearing my beads and scarves and looking up bright eyed. For a moment I am taken back fifty some years to myself as a litle girl standing in front of the same dresser and looking up at my mother while she combs her hair. History repeats itself. We all want to please our parents or grandparents and to emulate them. I can see my mother’s smile in her eyes, and I thank God for the memories.