Today, the ninth of January, my oldest grandchild, Steven turned 18! EIGHTEEN.....how on earth did that happen? When did I get old enough to have a daughter old enough to have an 18 year old child? I don't feel old....maybe a little, but only on the outside....the inside still feels very young!
I sit here amazed at how fast time seems to slip by. I remember the day we were at the hospital awaiting the birth of this, our first grandchild. He was born by emergency C-section and I was the second one to hold him. His father was the first. I got to hold him before his Momma even did! His father's mom was also there, but she thought since I was the mother of the 'momma' I should hold him before she did. That was awfully nice of her as I know how eager she was to get her hands on this darling shared grandson. It was a little like holding my first child, this new baby's momma, all over again. He was so perfect, so loved, so wanted!
As he grew, slowly it seemed at first, he needed me to be his playmate when he came to stay at 'Grandma's' house while his parents occasionally went out or ran errands. Darkwing Duck was a popular cartoon at that time and this wonderful little boy was infatuated with this show. He pretended to be Darkwing Duck. On the show, Darkwing Duck (DW) had a sidekick called Launchpad. In Steven's interpretation of DW, he had his 'sidepick, Yawnchpad' (his words)! And I was Yawnchpad! I played along, a willing participant in his 3 year old fantasy! Not only a willing participant, but a willing participant who thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the 'pretending'!
Happy Birthday, 'Darkwing', with tons of love from your 'sidepick, Yawnchpad'!