Finding my Voice
Eleven month old Henry, 2007 Just the other day, I was looking through my files, trying yet again, to get organized. I ran into a story I wrote during my early grand-parenting days when challenges were still in their early stages. Not much is written about being a grandparent, but I suppose, just like parenting, each of us has to find our own way. Somehow, our nine grandchildren, like their parents, have grown into delightful, intelligent human beings with whom we enjoy visiting each Sunday afternoon on Zoom and hope to hug in person one day very soon. Finding and reading these stories tickles my memory and brings me right back to those wonderful days. July 2007 Memory resides throughout the body in the strangest places. Not long ago, I sat down at the piano and watched as my fingers picked out Fur Elise, a piece I haven’t played for years. A week or so later, I was bathing our eleven-month-old grandson Henry. One moment, he splashed happily in the bathtub, the next he wanted out.