Friday, September 3, 2010

Turn Around

Written by: Harry Belafonte, Alan Greene & Malvina Reynolds

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Where are you going
My baby, my own

I know, it is past time for some pictures of the Grand Boy.

I was talking to a friend this morning about pictures of the boy and the blog and realized what has been keeping me from writing a new post about the boy: talking about him just makes me sadder that he has moved back to Brooklyn =,o}... Well, there. It's out.

So, here's a couple from just before they left...

Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young boy
Going out of the door

He'd just started being interested in food. With a vengeance! When we gave him his first bite of white Babcock peach (picture on the left), well suck really, since he doesn't even have a tooth nub yet, he didn't stop gnawing until all the juice was gone, then wiggled and skooched in a demand for more.

Turn around and you’re tiny
Turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

We took him up to the Eel River at the beginning of August to stay in a cabin we have been renting for a few days each summer since his mom, the Dear Daughter, was nine months old.

He sussed out that leaves floating on water thing, got to sit at the campfire one night while he fell asleep in his mama's arms, and got to chomp on some ambrosia melon and suck up a ripe apricot. Some Fun!

Hey, Mom! Don't take a picture, my face is all mushy.

My dear friend LC was up at the Eel River with us this year. She captured this family portrait.
And this one of me and the Corn Tiger.

I feel those little lips on my neck every time I look at it.

Turn around and they’re young
Turn around and they’re old
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

This may all seem like just so much bathos, but that is just how I'm feeling about the boy these days when I get out the pictures, i.e. not sure whether to laugh or cry.

More soon.
Love for now.


Ms. Moon said...

Oh darling. You know I know. How gorgeous he is! And...
How will you live without him? Well, you will and there will be visits and each one will be fantastic!
A grandmother doesn't have to live next door to make a grandchild know she loves him more than life itself. I swear.

N2 said...

Thanks, Mary. I know you know. He is my little love and I will miss him until I hold him again. Hugs back at ya'. N2

Ellen said...

I don't have a grandchild but I well remember the feel of my children when they were small and in my arms. And the song always makes me teary eyed....motherhood, I had missed your posting....

Cindy said...

I'm sorry that Corn Tiger has moved. You'll have to visit often and watch the corn growing in Brooklyn.

Lisa Page Rosenberg said...

Laugh and cry.
I think you must do both.

swallowtail said...

Dear Friend.
What a beautiful, heartfelt, deep post. Yeah. And even if they were all around us, all the time, everyminute, everybreath, the song would be true.
The Little Man has a lucky streak, starting with those Gamma arms and sweet sweet love.

Kathleen Scott said...

I must have missed a post. I didn't know they were moving to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn. Brooklyn. Brooklyn? It's cold and crowded and so very far away.

You'll have to invest in plane tickets. Go once a month. Get a camera for your PC and Dear Daughter's PC and have video conferences.

Write him some new story-books and put your pictures in them.

N2 said...

Thanks for the caring comments, Lady Friends All.
Got to talk to the Corn Tiger yesterday on video chat. Sang him his favorite lullabies while his mama held him and that helped to soothe him and me both.
Keeses. N2

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