Things I want to say
Published on July 16, 2011 By charliemama In Parenting

maxo school pic 2008

Our son Jimmy and his family had just moved in with us and we were all adjusting.   Not a bad thing, just an adjustment.  One hot July evening, Max, our ten-year-old grandson, came upstairs to talk.  We sat at the end of the bed.  I thanked Max for his help in getting the family moved in and his assistance to me (I have Parkinson's and he is a great, selfless server) and his unhesitating cooperation in the everyday functioning of the household.  I told him how proud I was of him, how much I enjoyed seeing him every day (now that he lived in my house) and how glad I was that he was my grandson.  After I had gone on several minutes in this vein, a little smile appeared on Max's face and he said, rather matter-of-factly, "Grandma, you know what?  There's going to be a statue of me in downtown Colorado Springs."  We both burst into giggles and laughed uproariously for several minutes, side by side, hugging one another.  When I got my breath back, I said, "On a horse?"  And we went off into fits of laughter again, tears flowing. 

"Grandma", Max said, when we finally calmed down, "I love hearing you laugh".  More hugs, more tears. 

I love Max.  And I wish everyone could know him.  He is such a great mixture of sharp intelligence, humor, fine tender feelings, empathy, and humility.  And whatever quality it is that inspired the "statue" idea.  That's Max.  Gosh, I am such a lucky Grandma.


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on Jul 16, 2011

Max made out pretty good in the deal, too.

on Jul 18, 2011

I have to agree with both of you.

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