Run, Grandma, run.
Roll, Grandma, roll.
No, these are not words from a primer or a “Dick and Jane” book.
These are my grandsons thinking that I, their Grandma, am oh… young and agile enough to run and roll and run and roll some more.
And how can I shatter their innocent little perceptions?
I can’t. That’s why yesterday I ran as fast as I could pushing 80 pounds of boys in a double stroller along the streets of my town. And why I rolled (many times) down a hill with them at our town recreation area.
Oh, I am exhausted just writing the words.
But it got me thinking about the day when I realize that I cannot run, roll or play as I do now. I know I am a resilient person who kind-of easily transitions from one thing to another in life… but wow. I know this day will come.
So for now… yes, little ones. Just tell me what to do and I will do it faster than a speeding bullet. Each and every time.
If they think I am currently a “Super-Grandma”… can I ask for more?