How can one simple act –
I told my grandson we had to leave
And immediately he dropped his little head
To his little chest
In utter sadness.
Bless him. He doesn’t want to leave Grandma’s. ❤ ❤ ❤
Actually, I had to leave him. I was so touched he didn’t want me to leave and his reaction was that instantaneous. It warmed my heart AND broke it. ❤
Makes Grandma feel special, important, loved, and it’s good to feel missed. ❤
Well that just didn’t make my evening 😦
P.S. Congrats on the Bucks win. They were dominant!
🙂 Thank you Eric. It was exhilarating! 🙂 I have to admit, I saw those Duck’s Players faces and knew that anguish. They worked just as hard.
Next year! 🙂
Well now…. we’ll see! 😉 It would be amazing, wouldn’t it, if there was a rematch!????
I know Eric. But it was so touching that he was that sad that quickly. (He quickly got over it I should add, when we diverted his attentions). 😉 But that little reaction was SO fast and spontaneous and heart felt. Melted me. On the spot.
😀 Thank you.
😀 He is. 🙂
Bless his little heart!! Sounds like someone needs a MAJOR grandma fix. My kids do the same thing when grammie leaves–beg her to stay longer!!
🙂 It feels SO good, and at the same time, is SO hard !!!!!
Awwwe… A boy who loves grandma.
I have to admit…..I love it. 😉
Awww poor little guy. ❤
❤ I do love him. He calls me every day. So his little reaction was so much harder in person.
🙂 It’s coming your way soon GrandPapa!
your grandson is so cute
Thank you , he is adorable 🙂
Awwww how so very cute. x
Thank you Jen ❤
🙂 Better said! 🙂
🙂 Thank you!
Awww. That’s love. ❤
Nothing but. ❤ 🙂
awww…the love of the grandkids
It’s something special for sure. 🙂
Such a sweet and cuddly little boy! Wish you’d stay longer 🙂
He is indeed. And I wish I could have. Sadly, work hours call early! 😉
Aww, the poor little guy. ❤
It was so cute Paulette. But all was well. The joy about the youthfulness of him is that we could easily divert his sadness to other distractions. 🙂
Awww, and ohh!
🙂 I totally get this comment. 🙂
Same situation……very sad…….Next time back he said “you bring me a present?”
HAHAHAHAHA! This one asks for money! 🙂 He likes to feed his piggy bank!
Aw, the poor little guy. He is so sweet 🙂
Thank you Niaaeryn. He surely is! 🙂
True love, Colleen.
Absolutely Mark! 🙂
This is really a dichotomy of emotions, Colleen! One that is inexplicable but universal. You love the way the boy loves you, as I love the way my grandies get disappointed when they have to leave me, (usually they are fine with my leaving them when I visit, surprisingly!) It is like when you leave your kids at the babysitter’s, you are so relieved they want to go there. . . but if they cry, you secretly feel happy. I did sometimes, but this is so funny. When I stayed at home to babysit, I secretly envied the mothers who would briskly walk out the door, since they were off to ‘the outside world!’
Parenting was a joy but there is unlimited, overflowing joy in grandparenting, don’t you think, Colleen?
I’m chuckling reading the depth of your response. Robin I absolutely adore your ability to respond so eloquently to people! (I see your responses to others!) How do you do it? I know you work a demanding full time job!!! At the end of the day sometimes I can barely say “great post!” and look what you do!!!!!! You amaze me. For honest to goodness real! Every thing you say is so true and SO very much a part of our parenting and grandparenting. And I fully agree with you, the grandparenting love is a tidal wave of such joy. It knocks me for a loop. I think with becoming parents we expect it, we KNOW we will love our babies. We grandbabies…..it’s so…..daggone amazing.
So precious. I can’t wait to have a real grandchild!
You will LOVE it more than you can possibly imagine!
Oh but your heart must have completely melted! ox
🙂 It is every day they are in it!
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