Take one 2 year old, a super ball and a somewhat large room and you will have a rip-roaring good time. Belle just loves to play with the super bouncy ball in the kitchen and her enthusiasm provides an enormous amount of entertainment for her grandmother (read me). Her throwing skills at 2 years are a little less athletic than mine giving me fits of giggles as she holds the ball with both hands and puts them behind her head in a hugely exaggerated wind-up. As she prepares to let go with her throw, I am mildly alarmed that I am going to have a ball whipped into my face, but she runs over and just puts it into my hands.
I am supposed to throw it for her now, so I bounce it away and she bounces up and down, up and down, up and down, mimicking the super ball until it begins to roll. She then giggles uproariously as she throws herself on the ground and crawls after it frenetically until she catches it and then tries to catch her breath as well. And the game starts all over again, and again until one of us (again, read me) is too tired to continue, we are laughing too hard or someone rudely interrupts us.
While I wish that my daughter had waited to get married to have a child, never mind finishing highschool at least, I am glad to have these experiences with Isabelle at my tender age of 38 because I still have enough energy left to enjoy them. I hope I have enough energy for my future grandchildren because I am praying to God that they don’t come for many more years!
