I’ve always found it fascinating how a visit to Paul and Giso seems to always bring out a side of my parents I remember to only have seen when I was much much younger. My parents are still has fun and joyous to be around as they were in the past (age doesn’t seem to have taken its toll on them and I hope age never will), but there’s a different, really child-like element that emerges when they’re with the littler ones.
Children make you want to start life over. — Muhammad Ali
It’s beautiful to watch them interact.
Recently having visited my maternal grandparents in Java and to have heard about Miriam’s stay with her grandma over Christmas in addition to stories from Ellie’s visit to her grandma a while back, it got me thinking about the way the relationship between grandchildren and their grandparents different from the relationship between children and their parents differed from each other.
I figured that the kind of love one gets from a grandparent is special and is a love one can’t get anywhere else. Parents have to worry about who children will become in the future; their role is to be providers and disciplinarians.
While grandparents can just enjoy children for who they are in the moment.
The love of a grandparent is often freer, more unconditional, and far less psychologically complex than a parent’s love. The love of a parent and the love of a grandparent are different,
but and both are necessary.
Little kids seem to really love to play ‘show and tell’ — although it usually pretty much is ‘show and shriek’ because excited shrieking seems to go hand in hand with their expression of joy — with whoever visits them. Here (above), Paul (the ginger in front) and Giso (the littler one) were showing us how well they could ride their little pedal-less ‘bikes’ already! They were zooming!
My Mum tried to teach Paul a ‘high two’, to which he replied: “hai coo!” Following that, I made a ten with my fingers and exclaimed “high ten!”, to which he then enthusiastically replied, “hai can!”
Paul buckled himself into the toddler swing and off he flew…
With the increasing height that Paul’s swing was reaching, Giso’s jealousy increased proportionally. A bit of screaming (and tears) ensued but thank goodness for the kindness in Paul as he got off the swing as soon as its momentum died down. He even helped his Papa Kai buckle his little brother into the swing. What a darling. :’)
Thankfully, as with all little kids, Paul was easily distracted. Paul ran over to the fig tree my sister has growing in the backyard and started caressing the leaves. Naughty Paul even looked at his Mama Heike as he playfully bent the branches ever so slightly, threatening to break it off. Heike warned him with a stern “Nein!” (“No!”) and Paul retracted his hand before skipping off gleefully with a big, cheeky grin on his face.
Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they’re going to catch you in next. — Franklin P. Jones
Little Giso is the slightly quieter one. He isn’t as boisterous as his brother, Paul. So as Paul went about with his noisy shenanigans, Giso busied himself with filling up his blue elephant watering can to water his Mama’s flowers, to which he had already given water four times within the past 30 mins. His generosity knows no boundaries, not even to flowers, which have limits as to how much food and water we can give them. He’s a true sweetheart (but his Mama still needs to teach him a thing or two about gardening…).
Kai wanted to show Papa the succulents he had growing on the roof of his garage to prevent leaking and to maintain the temperature indoors, i.e. it’d be comfortably warm in Winter and comfortably cool in Summer.
So of course, the little boys wanted to come along, but not before Papa taught them a thing or two about how to grip the bars of the ladder, “vier Finger oben und der Daumen unseen, ja?” (“four fingers above an the thumb below, ya?”) They nodded obediently.
A lovely tea time under two large, white umbrellas followed. Heike offered me some amazing spreads she got from a Bio supermarket recently and they were really really delicious. She had wild garlic pesto, almond butter, and some paprika hummus which I particularly enjoyed with the bread Kai had baked and offered to us as well.
Paul was quite confused as to why his Opa’s face was a little rough (Papa forgot to shave) and kept stroking it — upwards then downwards, upwards and then downwards again. His face cringed every time he went upwards (logical, since the hairs on the face grow downwards) and we all laughed every time that happened.
“Paul, wann sehen wir uns wieder?” (“Paul, when will we see each other again?”) Papa asked.
“Am Montag, Opa Schoaaarssschhhh!!” (“On Monday, Grandpa Schoaaarssschhhh!”) he screamed as he ran away to find his playmate, Giso.
Papa’s name is Georg but people here call him ‘Schorsch’.
Goodbye for now, little one.