That's Just the Kind of Man He Is
/My Father-In-Law is losing his memories to early onset Alzheimer's. While he's losing his the rest of us are busy soaking in every precious memory of him, and my children and I are going to have a lot of them.
I'm glad I don't relate to any of those in-law jokes. My father and mother in law are two of my very favorite people. I've learned important things from them in striking ways. Things like turning the other cheek, not taking offense, being the first one to be kind and generous. I've been the recipient of those actions several times and watched them demonstrate those attitudes towards others countless times. It's been one of the great blessings of my life.
I watched it happen again last Saturday--Halloween--when the children and I were all busy carving pumpkins. The kids are getting older and I'm trying to teach them to be more independent. In year's past I have helped them carve their pumpkins but this year I decided they were big enough to do it on their own with me standing close by. I did help them use a sharp knife to cut off the tops but when it came to using the little knives from the pumpkin carving kits they were all on their own. They each struggled a bit. I busied myself nearby picking out and washing pumpkin seeds to bake later and encouraged them.
This was an especially hard task for Marilyn. She wanted hearts cut all over her pumpkin. I showed her how to do it, cutting the triangle on the bottom with the knife and rounding out the curvy tops with the potato peeler, and then set her to it. She had a really hard time and got pretty frustrated. Projects like this are a huge learning opportunity for her though and someday when she is a grown up mama she is going to need to use a potato peeler. I can't and shouldn't give in and tell her to quit when she gets frustrated. I don't want that to be the behavior she learns. I want her to learn that she can push through and do hard things. So she kept trying and I kept encouraging. I carved a few more hearts on her pumpkin so it wouldn't be so empty but she kept working on her one heart for over 20 minutes.
Right near the end of that 20 minutes Grandpa and Grandma Parker showed up to drop something off at our house. Grandpa came on in to give all the kids hugs, realized Marilyn was in tears over her pumpkin carving efforts, and she became his focus. He hugged her several times (and he's not a big huggy kind of man), told her how great her pumpkin looked, and when she told him she didn't like how it looked he told her she could probably get another one. Marilyn knew I wasn't going to go get her another one because I wanted her to be OK with the effort she had made on her pumpkin just like the boys. Honestly her pumpkin efforts were just about as successful as the boys', the boys just struggled less with theirs. Grandpa saw her need though and his natural reaction was to be generous.
He left her with a hug and 20 minutes later the doorbell rang again. It was Grandpa and he was carrying probably the biggest, roundest pumpkin he could find and it was ALL for her. She was so taken aback by his loving kindness that she couldn't say much but it meant more then she could express. He gave her a big pat on the back, told her to have fun with her new pumpkin and then was on his way.
After he left she cried some more but this time they were tears of gratitude and love. What an amazing thing it is to be the target of someone's generosity!
She had finished carving her other pumpkin by this point. I'm pretty good at knowing when and how much to push her so this time around I offered for her to paint her pumpkin instead of carving it because I knew it'd be so much easier for her and that she'd enjoy it more. I wanted her to bask in her Grandpa's love, and she did.
Marilyn came up with the design of her new pumpkin all on her own. I helped her print the words she wanted on it and trace the hearts for her to color in but she told me what she wanted to say and exactly how she wanted the letters to look. She got grandpa's message loud and clear:
And this is what my kids will remember of their Grandpa Parker.