God sometimes gives us unexpected gifts. Our gift has been a grandson who enlivens our lives and makes retirement very different than the one we anticipated. He is a special joy. And that's "Casey." In 2006 we fulfilled our dream of living in Italy for a year. It was every bit as wonderful as anticipated. This blog begins in 2005 as we prepared for that experience. Since then we have explored many places together. That's the "Travel." And finally, I am a person of opinions--spiritually, politically, on just about anything and that's the "Other Stuff." Welcome to my blog.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Sans Child

Where we go, Casey goes—always. So, it was with much anticipation that Ken and I started our two week sojourn in Croatia without Casey. Two weeks to do as we want, when we want, how we want--being able to just sit at an outdoor café, watching the passing parade; not needing “lights out” at 10; sleeping “in” in the mornings; not needing to explain why “this” is interesting”; not needing to most urgently pull to the side of the autostrada after just passing the last service area for 90 km..

And we find that we miss him. We miss:

  1. Comments about each and every dog we pass—which number in the hundreds. Look how cute he is. Which one is cuter—this one or the black one yesterday? Can I pet him? Now, unbelievably, we find ourselves saying “Look at that dog. Wouldn’t Casey like him? Let’s take a picture.”
  2. Detailed reporting of which Pokemon has evolved, which one is the strongest, what level he has graduated to and more—as if we have any idea or desire to know or even care.
  3. Crisis surrounding the need to turn the game off before saving it. I have no idea why, but, ask any parent of a child with a DS these days, and you will find the same parental frustration.
  4. Needing to find restaurants with pasta or pizza on the menu.
  5. Occasional comments, but becoming more common with age, “This is boring.” It seems he has had his fill of cobblestone streets
  6. “My feet are killing me!” This is usually in tandem with #5
  7. Chatter which never, ever stops—assaulting ears on an ever going basis—in either language or when needed resorting to “self talk”
  8. Leapfrogging over hydrants or any other obstacle which he can maneuver into his pathway
  9. Running, running, running—his, not ours, for sure.
  10. Prolonged investigation of every window with a toy
  11. Disappearance into that store with a window

And I miss:

1. Kisses and warm hugs
2. “I love you, gramma”
3. Bed time routines
4. Laughing together
5. “I have a good life”
6. Morning snuggles
7. Hearing his beautiful Italian
8. Watching his fun
9. Doing things together
10. Reaching for my hand as we walk
11. “Look at that”’s
12. Sweet singing
13. Sharing life with a 10 year old
14. Him

Yes, we are having a great time here in Croatia and yes, it is beautiful and yes, sometimes we do say “it’s nice to be alone,” but, down deep we miss you, a lot, Casey.

Casey and his girlfriends. Maybe he isn’t missing us?!

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