Mini Me

Day 8 of thanksgiving moments is dedicated to my little mini me, my first granddaughter.  She was a beauty when she was born, a headful of dark hair and huge brown eyes, and it was love at first sight.

When she and her family lived with us for a few months, she would get her Poppy's hat and balance it on her head while she walked around saying, "petty, petty."  Even she thought she was pretty.

She loves to dress up...me.  She loves to read...me.  She loves to wear bling...me. She loves to shop...me.   She loves cheerleading...used to be me.

I have a chest full of dress up clothes at my house, so when she came over with a couple of her friends, they ravaged the chest.  They had a runway show for me and they had broadway shows for me.  I've never heard such whispering as they prepared for their opening program.  There was talking, whispering and giggling, and then such drama.

We made pancakes, cookies and Christmas ornaments.  So there was lots of dishes and lots of glitter, and lots of fun.

In the summertime, when she stays with me, we get our favorite books, go out on the swing, and read.  And read.  And read.  My husband laughs at us because it's complete silence, but there we are enjoying what we do.

She loves clothes.  I love clothes.  She loves for me to get her clothes from one particular shop that specializes in young girls clothing and the reason she likes for me to shop there is because everything they have is covered in sparkles.  Jeans-sparkles.  T shirts-sparkles.  Skirts-sparkles.  Shoes-sparkles.  Why don't they have one of these stores for grandmas?

And talk!  Lordy, that girl can talk.  We talk and talk and talk.  We were up to see her brother, who is staying at a home for autistic children for awhile, and it's about a four hour drive.  She road home with me and it was four hours of non stop talking.  We talked about serious things, we giggled through silly things, and we talked about everyday things.  When we got home, we sat down in the living room and I asked her if she wanted me to find something on tv for her to watch, and she said, no, she just wanted to talk.  So, talk we did.

Cheerleading is her world, as it was mine back in the day. And, might I say, she is very good at it.  She expects everyone to keep their arms straight (no noodle arms) and expects them to take it as seriously as she does.  She's so tiny, so she's the one that is way up on top of the pyramids, and the one that is tossed everywhere.  She's quite dramatic, so when she's cheering, she knows exactly when to smile, when to toss that head, and when to give the little surprised cheerleading face.  She can do the hand springs and the back flips. Basically....she's awesome. 

I never knew how awesome she was until I went to her first competition.  They had to do a routine that lasted for several minutes and it was complete with cheers, tosses, flips and dance.  When I saw that teeny, little thing out there cheering her little heart out, keeping time and keeping everyone mesmerized, it brought tears to my eyes.  Yep.  There I was in the middle of a cheering competition, crying.  So, obviously, I guess she gets the drama from me too.

I hope me and my little mini me always have a good relationship and always can enjoy each other's company, even when we don't talk or when we talk each other's ears off, I pray it's always good.

I am so thankful for my granddaughter and I love her dearly.

Proverbs 17:6   Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.