Grandparent’s Day: Part I

 

If you were shy like I was when I was little,

you may remember

that feeling of

something surprising happening

and

your mouth getting all funny as you tried

to not smile too big.

Let’s say you’re walking down the hall

to the cafeteria,

with your hands behind your back like the rest of your kindergarten classmates,

and all of a sudden you spot your crazy

grandparents (Us).


They’re smiling and waving and taking lots of pictures

and acting goofy

like they usually do,

so you muster your coolness

and change faces.

Because you realize

they are following you

to the cafeteria.


So you give up

and get your tray-

even though your grandmother

Ma Do (me) is acting like you are too little to carry it all by yourself-

and Poor Po (my husband) seems to be enjoying

the salad bar offered to all grandparents

maybe a little too soon

in Ma Do’s opinion.

Anyway, you plop yourself down at a table with your friends

and

start on your chocolate milk and dessert first

and ignore all of the craziness around you.