When a Two-Year-Old Stands You Up

We visited our grandchildren this past weekend, a pre-Christmas warm-up focused on our son Robb’s 34th birthday. Of course I was looking forward to some grandpa time with my favorite two-year-old, Christian. I was also really looking forward to further getting to know our seven-month-old granddaughter, Aubrey.

Our son, Robb, and daughter-in-law, Anne, went out to an event Friday night; Bonnie and I stayed with Christian and Aubrey, bathed them, and got them in bed. The next morning, Robb and Anne went out to breakfast so we again enjoyed the grandkids by ourselves for a few hours.

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A Fibonacci Number of Grandpa Truths

One. I care less about what I look like as a result of my physical activity than in how I feel and what I can do. It’s not like at 62 years old I’ll be entering any physique competitions. I’d be much more about Senior Games. Or just fun and fulfillment.

Two. Why shouldn’t it be fun? I’m running out of time for fun. When it comes to regular work, I’ve often said, “If it ain’t fun, don’t do it.” Or, if it’s not fun, find or make the fun. I like to be playful. Grandkids are fun. Playful. They bring joy. I’ve been learning from that. For me, staying fit for grandkids should be those things as well. Check out Ginny Maccoll on Instagram; she’s working her butt off day in, day out, and having a blast doing it. She smiles!

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