I never sleep that well when I have a child leaving very early the next morning to catch a flight. Partly because I know I have to rise early and I don't especially like to rise early unless the beach is in the travel plans and, in that case, the earlier the better! It seems when I know I have to get up early, I don't really rest until about an hour before the alarm goes off, ugh ... If I have a morning that I plan to sleep in, my internal alarm resounds before the crack of dawn. What is up with that? But the main reason I don't sleep all that well before a child leaves is most times I don't know exactly when I will see them again. The best way to get through saying the goodbyes is to focus on your next visit. So saying goodbye or adios or farewell to loved ones is one of the hardest things I have to do in my life, especially when I don't know when the next visit will be. I think my entire family has issues with having to say goodbye. Even on the phone no one wants to be the first to hang up, so there's a rather irritating volley back and forth of "I love you" and "goodbye" and "talk to ya later" and "thanks for calling" before someone is brave enough to utter the final goodbye and put the phone down. My family does not like to say goodbye.
Hollie, Adam, and Preston were in the states this past weekend -- Hollie and Preston here in Georgia with us at an event and Adam in Missouri at an event. We truly missed Adam, but I cannot deny that it was fun having the two girls all to ourselves! The weekend was a whirlwind of activities mingled with some quiet moments (which are my absolute favorite!). Every time I see Preston I am amazed at the growth she has made since our last time together. If I am blessed enough to see them more regularly, it's usually every two or three months and a preschooler can make great bounds in that amount of time. The biggest change I saw in her? When she prefers her mama over her nana (which she does quite often), she politely tells Nana that she wants her mama, but that she loves me too. Wow, what progress over her just pushing my face away with her chunky little hand! Being able to convey complete thoughts with their words is an accomplishment of little ones that has always amazed me. They go from uttering a barely recognizable "mama" and "daddy" and "no" to saying pretty much anything within a year's time and I am astounded at that! To make things even more interesting, Preston is fluent in Spanish as well. This comes from having a nanny who doesn't speak a lick of English and by being surrounded by people who, except for her parents, only speak Spanish. The hubsters and I were fascinated by the "conversations" she held with Hollie completely in Spanish, only to switch back to English when Hollie did. How can one tiny little child do it? I believe it's because she has absolutely no mental stress and is able to use more of her brain in the process of language-learning. I have had to really work at mastering just a few short phrases in Spanish and I have to practice because I forget even those if I don't repeat them! Language is fascinating, wouldn't you agree?!
So once again, I sit at my computer with only memories in my heart. But good and bad memories are what life is made of, and so life goes on. I must admit, however, that I certainly prefer the good memories over the bad and there are virtually no bad memories when I have a visit with my youngest granddaughter. She brings light and life into every room she enters! Of course, she has her typical "preschooler moments" when she's a tiny bit naughty and Nana must correct her, but that's just part of her charm. And the little pouty lips that tremble before she drops a couple of huge tears melt Nana into an emotional mess. But even those moments are good ones, because she is in my presence. I make it a point to dwell on the good in my life, and I believe that in and of itself is one of the reasons I am considered by most an optimist. I mean, life is too short to dwell on the worries, cares, and disappointments that are inevitable if you are taking up space here, right?
When Hollie is in town, she always makes it a priority to go by and see my dad. Most times, it's just for a short visit, but it always makes him happy and seeing his youngest great-grandchild makes him doubly happy. In fact, Hollie usually spreads herself way too thin. She tries her best to visit with as many people as she can when she's in town. But that's just Hollie. Her ties with close friends and family are tight and the roots run deep. And those roots run from Georgia to New York City to Washington State to Texas and all the way back to Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Hollie has always been a social butterfly and she is not about ready to stop now. I can see her in her old age in a rocking chair as she teaches, encourages, and socializes with everyone like they're her very best friend.
I gave her to God when she was a tiny little baby and she has never really been mine. Fly free, you little butterfly, and take your mini-me with you.
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