First, the name I answer to, when being called by five particular individuals in this world is, ‘Grandma Duck.’ Why, is a whole other story, that isn’t for now.
Grandson: ‘Grandma duck’
he said, while screwing up his ten year-old brow.
Me: ‘Yes love’
Grandson: ‘This thing, the Haemachroma thing that you have.’
Me: yes.
Grandson:
Well, Daddy said about the iron and the blood *screws fingers together in a spider-like fashion* and the … Jeans ( not typo), steps from one foot to another rapidly.
Me: Umm … Yes love, you know they aren’t jeans you put on your legs the sort that are cool and Grandmas shouldn’t wear. I pull him in under my armpit sqeeze gently and kiss the top of his ear … as Grandmas do.
Grandson:
*wipes ear and frowns* ‘I know that Grandma *sigh*.’ His brows shoot up and with staring eyes he faces me. ‘It is about science and cells and Genes, they group together, some from your Dad and some from your Mum when they are together’ … He stops for breath, pokes his top lip with his index finger and continues. ‘They made you, and both of them gave you a mutant Gene so you have two… mutants, to get the thing.’
Me:
Okay, sorry, you understand that nicely, well done. I squeeze again, just a tightening of my bicep to reinforce how proud I was of the grasp he had of a difficult subject.
Grandson:
So, now you have #Haemochromatosis. His face lit up, a smile spread like crunchy peanut butter on warm wholemeal toast. ‘Does that mean you are a real Mutant? an Alien, like from outer space?’
He looks like he would pee at any moment, I glance towards the front door, half expecting a dozen excited school friends armed with lazer light and nerf guns to burst through at any second, armed and ready to capture the mutant Alien Grandma.
Me:
I roll my eyes, ‘tsk’ ‘No!’ now wash your hands while I get your lunch.
Grandson:
Slaps loudly his unwilling feet on the floor, audibly sigh’s as he foams his delicate hands. With his bottom lip protruding in disappointment he tucks himself under the table.
Me:
Eat your soup then you can have a biscuit … *wink wink*
The things that children understand are I am certain much broader than when I was their age. But there is I think a special type of imagination when your almost all grown, which spans the years and defys definition.
Talk to me, what do you think, are they more grown up, knowledgable better informed … or does as I believe imagination still shine through tegardless.
I live in conversations like these. Heaven gets a lot of talk. I love the extent of a childish imagination. No limits x magic
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Thank you he is so lovely … but biased I am.😂
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Such a grown up conversation! I could feel his disappointment that you weren’t a real alien!! I think kids are aware of so much more than we were at their age. I wonder if they lose their innocence earlier? I look forward to having these sorts of talks with my new granddaughter one day. My mother is Grandma Bus to my children, another story for another time 😊
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Oh the secret names of Grandmothers…
psst my daughter just called to say she is 15 weeks pregnant. He is a lovely boy but I maybe biased.
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Wooohooo that’s so exciting for you all. Congrats ❤️ you’re not biased at all 😊
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I’m not sure. I think kids are exposed to more now with social media etc. I don’t think they have better imaginations – maybe not as imaginative with everything playing out before their eyes.
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Maybe it depends on how screen time is policed. Some parents just leave their children to be endlessly on phones and computers others ration them. Thanks for your opinion and joining in. 😊
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Terrific writing on arbitrary topics. Im trying to currently
accomplish something such as what you have here except on
a totally different topic. Many thanks for the motivation to
write better content.
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I am honoured to think you were motivated by my words. X
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Thanks for dropping by. Merry Christmas.
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Hi man, .This is an excellent page for such a tough subject to discuss. I look forward to reading more great posts like these. Cheers
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This is so sweet, Ellen. Children do say the cutest things.
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And the scariest Robbie. ‘Grandma, does it hurt to have your skin screwed up?’ While crushing a sheet of paper in his hands … *sigh*
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What a wonderful conversation. And I believe imagination still can supersede knowledge. I use mine to do just that every day.
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For even in the complexity of learning his imagination won.
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He sounds a very clever boy, and how cool are you, Mutant Grandma?!! 🙂
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Too cool for skool i believe … Halloween should be something.
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Keep us posted!!! 🙂
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Wow, kids have a different way to think about things and to look at them. They may be wiser in a different way because the don’t interpret too much right because they don’t “know” so much about it yet and see it all simpler!
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I think you could be right, but he is a smart cookie.
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And that can be challenging at times… sigh… lol!
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Ellen, what a clever boy! I knew you must have a secret and now the truth is out. If only I hadn’t left my light saber in my other jeans. 😀
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Heee hee
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Jeans … you are allowed to wear them! Give it time.
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You gotta love grandchildren conversations. Yesterday my 4 year old granddaughter told me her elaborate plan to break me out of jail in case the police arrest me for driving with one hand on the steering wheel.
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Whoa a lawyer in the making me thinks …
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What a gorgeous conversation with your grandson. Children have always had a much greater ability to understand than they are given credit for. I love his take on this, but I am sorry for your mutant jeans. I wish you well. Enjoy every precious moment and every conversation.
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Thank you Norah?
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I bet he’d think it was really, really cool to have a mutant grandma 🙂
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Yes, his disappointment was palpable.
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One of the lads in my care said he had a headache in his tummy, and when I had a blood test and they couldn’t stop the bleeding, he announced that the bandage was to stop it all falling out. Sometimes the way kids grasps things astounds me. This was also the kid that asked me if I had a dinosaur for a pet when I was a child (bless him).
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My son once asked what it was like living in a cave… *gulp* I must look so old
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Oh, priceless!
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I love this conversation Grandma Duck! (From, apparently, Granana (rhymes with banana)…)
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No can’t eat banana will die! Got enough going on without that. *rolls eyes* struth some buggers trying to have me. *titters*
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