Thursday, May 20, 2010
Close to Nowhere
Happy birthday to Remy
I usually write my column on Tuesday afternoon, at the last possible moment. I’m writing this one on Tuesday morning, just as my granddaughters have gotten on the school bus and headed off — leaving peace and quiet in the two houses (ours and theirs).
Remy, our youngest granddaughter, snuck in early this morning and into the bed to try and get an extra five minutes sleep. Upon discovery (we go through this every single school morning), she immediately began humming “Happy Birthday.”
Our “baby” girl was 12-years-old Tuesday morning!
I want to know what happened to those 12 years!
Sunday at church, during children’s moment, the congregation sang “Happy Birthday” to several of our children who have May birthdays. Remy stood by Becky, her Sunday school teacher, and is nearly as tall as Becky!
Wasn’t it just last year that Remy would sit in Eunice’s lap and chew on her car keys during Sunday school? The first time she went into Sunday school with her big sister Meredith, Eunice and I, at least were sad. And the worst part — she toddled in our sweet, little baby. She toddled out thinking she was as big and rowdy as her big sister. She turned into a 2-year-old at about 15 months old!
The wife of one of our former pastors, Barbara Johnson, taught the little ones in Sunday school for several years. At first, she’d come out frantic — Remy ate some ladybugs, Remy ate Crayons, Remy put cookies (or whatever) into the VCR slot.
I used to dread seeing Barbara come out of the classroom — the look on her face was enough to tell me what Remy had done that morning.
Barbara became blasé about it though. She came out one morning and said, “Remy ate a wasp. But only the front part. I was able to get the back out before she got stung.” One Sunday she came out and said, “Remy painted her teeth green with a marker.” Just like she was saying, “Remy played today.”
Remy has grown up into a beautiful pre-teen. She was so excited this morning — she’s not a tweeny any longer, now, she’s a pre-teen!
She makes her own breakfast (OK, most of the time it’s just buttered bread, but still), she makes her bed, she makes my bed — in the winter, sometimes, if she’s spending the night, she puts roughly every blanket, quilt, covering of any kind on the bed. Some nights, it’s very hard to lift the covers to slide into the bed.
Remy is a tad different than most kids. She’s had some difficulties and sometimes has trouble managing things like crowds and loud noises.
She’s happiest when she’s out in the pasture with her little horse Artemis. She jumps on Arty’s back almost as soon as she gets home and they fly around the pasture, both of them totally happy and at peace with the world.
I was told Tuesday morning that I was to bring home KFC chicken legs and biscuits for her birthday dinner Tuesday night. Saturday, at her “official” birthday party, we’re going to visit her closest friends and “adopted” grandparents, Sonny and Marion Pryor. The Pryors’ grandsons will be there, as will Grace and Morgan. The kids will eat hot dogs, and ride horses all afternoon.
All our “babies” — all grown up — in their minds.
God bless ’em all!
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