Great plans were in store for Little Boy this morning, for today was the day he and Papa had a date planned. They would be visiting the Detroit Auto Show! Though only 2 1/2 when he went last year, he vividly remembers wearing his Papa-hat, a little herringbone stitch cap identical to his Papa’s, and the upside-down truck that looked like it had driven right up onto the ceiling.
The catch though is that things don’t always work out as planned. The age of three has had me smitten and exasperated to equally great degrees, and this morning started out as a doozy. I do know that many fine adults are remembered as being incredibly challenging at three and draw great comfort from that, as well as the knowledge that my boy has it in him to be charming, engaging, attentive, and other warm fuzzies. But, I guess like any other child of three, he also possesses the great skill of working the family system. So, I’m sure in the future I’ll be elaborating on how the strategy suggested by many of ignoring pouting isn’t going to cut it for the long-term here. I’m knee-deep in books trying to determine my next strategy. But, I digress!
The short story of the morning’s excitement was that the Littlest had a chance to go on his first date with Papa, just himself, and thoroughly enjoyed orange juice, eggs, and his beloved Papa’s company. When they returned, the adventure to the car show was given a fresh chance and Little Boy was very excited to report about Lightning McQueens (corvettes) that were yellow and blue, shiny jeeps, and BMWs.
Upon returning, Little Boy mumbled contentedly while arranging his lincoln log train, “Mom, I can’t wait to see Papa again.” Oh yeah? I ask…What do you like to do with Papa? “I can’t wait to go to the car show again with Papa.”
As his peaceful humming became the soundtrack of our moment, his busy little hands purposefully and importantly placing track pieces here and loading up logs there, I was struck by how much goes on inside him that I don’t see. Followed immediately by the overwhelming feeling of gratefulness for grandparents who choose to spend time with him and love him, even when he has moments where “cute as a button” is a recollection to remind us to keep at it…that it’s worth it in the end.