An incredibly thoughtful and thought provoking blog post by Kobi, Cutler’s Former Nanny/Melanie’s Cousin/Former Tenant/Former Freeloader/Good Friend. Please give it a read and then take the time to think about how your words may impact the young ladies in your life.
On Monday Grandma Lewis, my mother’s mom, passed away after a long and arduous couple of years for both her and the family. My title may seem a bit insensitive, but it isn’t intended this way and it actually has multiple meanings. First of all, it is long overdue as I should have posted something on Monday when it happened and I won’t provide a multitude of somewhat valid excuses as they are just excuses. The title is also appropriate as my dear grandmother hasn’t really been with us for what feels like years. Sure, she had come around in spurts here and there with lucid moments, but sadly she wasn’t herself for a long time and now all of her pain is finally gone and she is in heaven working grandpa over on not being such a pest with his ornery sense of humor (it’s mainly where I get mine from and now Cutler as a continuing line of awesome humor).
These are the words that I use to comfort those that try to comfort me when I tell them that my grandma passed away, but despite how much I believe she is in a better place and no longer in pain it still hurts a lot more than I anticipated.
10 Years ago today I somehow convinced Melanie that I was good enough to marry her. Despite my occasions of proving myself wrong, she has stuck with me and along the way provided me with two incredible boys. I couldn’t imagine and don’t want to think of life without her. Thank you Melanie for marrying down and thank you Belize for your marriage laws carrying over to the USA.
Two nights ago, after dinner, the boys each tackled their own ropes course. First Cutler tackled one more suitable for his age about 1/2 story off the ground.
Then Mason, surprisingly, stepped up and tackled the one that is over three stories high. Only a few obstacles in, on the first level, he was nearly in tears with frustration over his inability to slide the safety harness along with him. I thought for sure he was ready to give up, but after a few words of encouragement and reminding him to relax and just have fun he pushed on. By the time he got around the first level I was fully confident that despite tackling his frustration he was still going to be done. Then Mason surprised me and pushed on to the second level. I thought for sure there was no way he was going to the top, but as his resolve to ring the bell grew so did our pride. No way in the world would I have tried this at his age and there were plenty of adults that night that didn’t go to the top and out on the narrow plank to ring the bell, but there was our strong willed and determined Mason. So proud of him.
We are on the road for a quick family vacation and fifteen minutes into the trip Mason has already put down almost an entire cantaloupe and two slim jims. 30 minutes later I look back and he has a death grip on the remaining deliciously unhealthy meat products.