It’s been a while since I recounted a moment in time with the Angels…here’s one that brings a smile to my face and a glow to my heart.
I couldn’t help but hear the thundering footsteps of the familiar dinosaur stomp down the stairs at 6am which is marginally better than 5:30 am.
“Wake up, Princess Grandma Coyote Rose!” (He thinks long and hard about how he’s going to address me. It’s different and ADORABLE each and every morning.)
“Warm my feet up, Grandma, feel how cold they are!” “Are you still sleeping? You didn’t get up before I came down, did you?” [He hates when I do that because he’d miss out on our early morning tradition.] Did Daddy have a Batman tower when he was five?” “See my squishy? “I brought lots of stuffies down, too. Here’s Daddy’s teddy with the torn off ear.” “See?” “Give him a kiss, Grandma.”
“Did you have any dreams, my beautiful little buddy?”
“I DID but I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Was it scary? Do you want to tell me in a little while?”
“Yes.” “I’m hungry. Oatmeal first and then buckwheat pancakes when Char comes down.”
“Here are your slippers, Grandma. Hurry!”
First comes blueberry cinnamon oatmeal with a side of sliced apples; coffee for me, and more chat about the day. I never did find out what that dream was all about.
Angel Girl wakes a bit later than her ever/always on the move brother, so I prepped the buckwheat pancakes to be ready when she came down, which she did while AB was still eating his oatmeal. She climbed up on the bench next to him — “I’m in my spot, Grandma!. I need my pink spoon!”– to eat hers as I started the first batch.
After everyone had a few pancakes with agave for dipping and there was moment of calm, I asked Siri to play Swan Lake, one of our favorites. As the music embraced our peaceful eating, I asked them each to identify what feelings were generated by different parts of the ballet and was SUPER impressed by their accuracy.
With my captive audience of two, I stood up–in my fuzzy cheetah print bathrobe hahaha– and started dancing.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, Grandma?”
AG to AB, “Grandma is dancing, Tati!”
“You guys keep eating and I’ll do ballet for you.”
“Should I do a pirouette?” “And this is a plie and a développé, and the best one of all, arabesque!”
“Let’s practice our ballet arms, OK?”
“First, second, third, forth, and fifth. I like fifth position the best, because it’s the princess one.”
I observed wide-eyed Angel Girl reproduce all of the arm positions while shoving more buckwheat pancakes in her mouth.
“Well done, C!” YES, I thought to myself, she will absolutely love ballet classes in a couple years.
I’m not sure if T was all that enamored of my dance skills (or as embarrassed as a teenager would be), but it kept him sitting and eating, and that’s a win for me.
“Now, listen closely. Can you hear the music is telling us to become the swan? Let’s practice making our arms fly.”
“Here’s how we do it.” Again, only one is trying, but the other one is still there, intently watching me. I can’t tell if he’s impressed or if he thinks I’m completely insane; either way, I’m entertainment. As soon as it’s safe to go, I will absolutely take them to see Swan Lake. It’s a rite of passage.
“Now that breakfast and the ballet is finished, we always end with a graceful curtsey.”
“OK. Let’s play, Grandma!”
No applause, no bouquets thrown at my feet, no curtain calls…but my heart is full.
I hope they’ll always have that memory of Little Grandma dancing to Swan Lake in the kitchen after cooking a gigantic batch of pancakes. And laugh about it.
Do you want to know where mom and dad were? Sleeping in, of course!