Just wanting to record a sweet story that has been unfolding over the past few months.
Liitle grandson P. was startled into tears when he saw me fall just after having my cast applied last year.
I was totally non-weight bearing and finding the crutches awkward and down I went.
I used to be the person he ran to and hugged when we visited and he immediately switched to DH and avoided me like the plague.
After a few months the cast came off and he was still cautious with me, even avoiding hugging goodbye. He started telling everyone, including me, that he didn't love me anymore! I felt terrible and worried that the fall and the cast had scared him. No amount of cajoling could get him to reveal why he didn't love me anymore...
Finally, a short while ago, he told me that he didn't love me cuz "you don't love ME anymore, Gwamma". I tried to assure him that indeed I did love him. I reminded him of all the fun things we do together, building lego's, playing trains, doing art, baking etc.
He shook his head and repeated several times in a sad little voice "no, you don't love me Gwamma".
Finally he revealed that since I did indeed do all those fun things with him at his house, he did know that I loved him at his house! He just knew that I "didn't love at my house"!!!
When I tried to reassure him that I loved him at his house, my house and everywhere, he shook his head very determined and strongly stated " No Gwamma...you don't love me at your house...you never build twains with me...only Gwampa... You always COOKIN!!!!
I nearly died laughing...Yes indeedy, I am usually cooking if I have his family for supper!