BRIDGING THE GAP
“Colston would like to schedule FT with you,” read the text from my daughter-in-law, Angela. Seven year old Colston, my oldest grandchild, and I have become adept at Facetime. This video phone service is a vital link between my sons’ children and me, allowing me to stay in Wallowa County. Without contact via Facetime, I don’t think I could endure the distance between us.
I bought my IPad last fall and we had a difficult learning curve- mostly that we have to schedule our calls around his busy family life. I would attempt to connect with him with no answer, but an explaining text would soon come from his mother that Colston was studying.
Other times I’d come home and find that I had missed a call from Colston. I’d get choked up with tears because he wanted to talk to me and I wasn’t home. After about a month of this we eventually connected and giggled, “Finally!”
“This is the spaceship I built for you,” I hear his voice as the video transits each week’s creation of his made with Legos. Then he explains each part that, thankfully, I’m somewhat familiar with because they include Star Wars characters.
“Did you design it yourself or follow instructions?” GranKK asks.
“I did it myself.”
“How smart is that?” And I really mean it, for he is thoughtful about the meaning and placement of each piece.
His younger siblings, Annabella and Stanton want to talk, and I speak loud enough for them to hear, “We’re going to take turns, and it’s Colston’s turn right now.” I hear them leave the room.
I enjoy seeing how Colston thinks and his ever growing looks. He has a gappy smile right now, because some of his teeth are missing and the larger ones are coming in. He is getting tall like my older son Matthew. I get to examine any scrapes and hear the accompanying stories.
This is the child that wanted me to play the game “Memory” with him when he was three. After setting up the game, he turned to me with his hands on his hips, and in all seriousness said, “Now, the first thing you need to always remember is that I go first.”
restrained my mirth until after the game, then went outside for a big laugh.
Yes, Colston, you are right. You are always first in GranKK’s heart.
Originally published April 20, 2016 in the La Grande Observer newspaper. Reprinted with permission.