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Carol Perkins: A trip to see the Texas grandchildren

Carol Perkins captures that most wonderful of human moments on a visit to her Texas grandchildren: saying, We didn't have to impress anyone; our grandkids already think we are 'ridiculously, unreasonably wonderful.'
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By Carol Perkins

Having not seen our Texas grandchildren since Christmas, I could wait no longer. "Guy, it's time," I declared. Not sure about taking off time, he suggested I go without him.

With Eme on the speakerphone, Papa Guy said 'yes'

"Is Papa coming, too?" Eme asked when I told her I was coming for a visit. I had her on speaker phone so when she said that, Guy said yes. Who could resist? We flew out last Thursday night so we could have the entire day Friday and Saturday and most of Sunday. Their activities kept us hopping. The soccer games (Eme), the Lacrosse games (Luke) and T-ball (Noah) in addition to their swim meets, recitals, and all the other things parents find to make sure their kids are exposed to numerous opportunities is what I miss.

One of the activities we did was to take Eme to her piano lessons after picking her up from school. Luke usually goes home rather than hanging out waiting for her, but we decided that we would drag him along with us so we could be with him while she was taking her lesson. It didn't hurt that we supplied shakes.

The experience at the music store where piano lessons were taught

In this music store where the lessons were taught, there was a designated spot for parents to wait. Posted were "rules" for parents and children, which included staying out of the lesson room. You know that some parents would sit right there next to their children if allowed to do so.

At first we were alone in the waiting area and had the chance to catch up with Luke, but that soon ended. First a mother and her son quietly took their places and neither looked up from his/her Smart Phone. Then another mother arrived with three children who immediately took the room. The older daughter, who was around Luke's age, buried her nose in a book and made it obvious she wanted to be anywhere but there. She was the one taking the lesson. Her little sister started going through Mother's goodie bag, pulling out containers of M&M's (one container for each child), three packages of crackers, and a large plastic bowl of pretzels topped off with grapes. Not that I am a detail person, but this was right under my nose. While sister was snubbing her family and little sister was pulling out the goodies and told she could have only grapes, Mother sat down beside me (our elbows were rubbing we were so close) and promptly hiked up her tee shirt and breast feed the toddler.

Not only was I uncomfortable being in such close proximity of her body part, Luke and Guy were sitting directly across from her getting the full view. She had not a blanket to put over her. There is a time and a place.

Mother appears with her 'miracle child brought into world to gift others'

Within another few minutes a third woman arrived with her two children. The daughter was taking the lesson, but it was her son who was a miracle child brought to this world to gift others. "He not only had the lead in the last production, he has the lead in the summer production." I had not seen this further Tom Cruise yet, but I couldn't wait! In strolled this tall, lanky kid around Luke's age who stuck his finger in his mother's face and said, "What is this ooie/gooie stuff? Yuck." His mother told him to go to the bathroom and wash it off. I wondered if it came out of his nose.

Then his mother launched into a performance a drama queen would have envied. Her topic was "ME, ME, ME." The topper was when she said, "We bought that ridiculously, unreasonably expensive house just to be in the school district." She didn't impress me because she forgot the most important thing: her daughter's piano book.

Tempted to tell woman to get a life and get over herself

Have you ever wanted to tell someone to get a life and get over herself?

Our trip was a great success because we relaxed, played ball out in the yard, and attended their activities. We didn't have to impress anyone; our grandkids already think we are "ridiculously, unreasonably wonderful." - Carol Perkins

Carol Perkins, the columnist, is author of several books, co-host of the radio show "Susan & Carol Unscripted," live Tuesdays at 10amCT on the Hoss, 99.1 FM, and is owner of Main Street Screenprinting, 601 S Main Street, Edmonton, KY. Phone 270-432-3152 or 270-670-4913.

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