Grandpa G's Life Lessons Through Art - Thumbs Up or Thumbs Down?
For our first entry, we would like to run a favorite past post from our blog. Even though Heidi debuted this piece back in July, it seems fitting to run it again around Halloween/Day of the Dead…
Anyone who knows me at all knows that I love my dad with all my heart. And I also want to kill him sometimes. And I also can’t imagine what I would do without him. And I honestly can’t wrap my mind around why he does the things he does.
Case in point: Grandpa G was put in charge of watching my angelic (note sarcasm) boys one evening. My husband and I come home with our baby girl, fling open the door and prepare to hear about the latest adventures our 7- and 5-year olds have endured with Grandpa. Past adventures have included: canoeing for literally hours (note plural) on the Missouri River, hiking on trails, swimming at water parks, rough-housing on the lawn, etc. Basically, anything to get them off their TV-hypnotized butts and out of the house to explore and exercise.
So, you can imagine my surprise when my 5-year old, Austin, practically plows me over with excitement. And, before he can even get two words out of his babbling mouth, I catch a glimpse of my 7-year old, Owen, flashing his all-too-familiar devilish smile. And then there’s my dad just sitting back on the couch waiting for the exhibit to begin. What exhibit you ask? Here is the sequence of comments/events that ensued:
Austin: Mommy! Mommy! Come to our room and see what we did with Grandpa!
Me: Ok…ok…take a breath, settle down.
Owen (looking up from iCarly): Yeah, it’s cool (for the kid to take a sacred pause and utter three words to me is out of the ordinary and proves something really is up).
And, then, we open the door to find pictures drawn on construction paper and taped all over their bedroom walls. I initially thought, "How cute. They really spent quality time together and created some special memories." Then, reality sets in as I begin to look closer at the pictures. (Make sure to read the captions I inserted below every photo to truly understand my train of thought.)
So, I offer up the question to all our readers…should Grandpa G be left in charge of the boys again? Let’s be honest. He will be. My freedom trumps the cost of future therapy sessions for the kids. So, maybe the better question is: What’s your favorite piece of art from the exhibit?