Lessons Learned: Appreciating Parents

Normally, you always look “up” to your parents and appreciate how they’ve raised you, what they’ve done for you, or know how much they loved you. Today, I have a renewed appreciation looking “downward” for parents. Instead of my parents, I’m appreciating my daughter and her husband as parents. We just had our daughter and 18 month old grandson over for the weekend. Zander has more energy and spunk than I remember my daughter having at that age. It’s fascinating to see our grandson ping pong from one interest to another.

Yesterday was his first visit to the zoo. He loved seeing the animals, except when we were on a boardwalk next to a parking lot. The cars, trucks, and a van were more interesting than the lions sleeping in their den below us. He liked watching the gorillas, but wouldn’t stand next to the gorilla statue. He loved watching the polar bear, seeing him swim in the water. He loved walking around and exploring all the new and exciting things around him. He ping-ponged from one area to the next.

We took him to work today, first to Mike’s work and then to mine. He went from cube to cube, walked down…no, ran down the halls. He tried pushing a big pillar (that was holding up the building) out of the way. He took a ride on a wheel cart and in a desk chair.

The only time he’s quiet is when we’re reading him a book. Otherwise, he is constantly on the move. The three nights they spent with us, Mike and I fell into bed exhausted. That one little guy wore us out.

Willow and Zander just left. Yes, we were ready. But were we? I’m already missing them.

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