This weekend we headed to Grandma’s house for our first ever, mom and kid sleepover. The kids had no intertest going to a restaurant as suggested by Grandma, they wanted to cook her dinner and serve it to her as if her kitchen was Chez Grandma’s French Bistro. Grandma being Grandma agreed this was a fantastic idea.
On the drive to her house, my son asked me if it would be okay if he asked Grandma questions about how she and Grandpa met and what her life was like as a child. What more could you ask for from your child? I told him that Grandma would love to talk about Grandpa. I think people avoid asking questions about loved ones who have passed away to avoid avoid triggering saddnress or loss. I believe it must be hard for someone like my Grandma to NOT talk about the man who meant everything to her (and still does) for over 70 years.
We had a wonderful time, my Aunt Janet came over to complete the full 4 generations of Ostermeier’s! My kids were thrilled that Aunt Janet actually LIKES to play games with them and doesn’t mind getting down in the dirt. For dinner, the kids served mac and cheese, huge deli sandwiches, salad, hummus, and cupcakes that we bought from the cupcake truck. They ran around the backyard like my sister and I did as kids, we visited my aunt’s house and investigated her back yard, we played some games of Uno, ate sweets (cause as my daughter says, Grandma is the best sweet maker around), Grandma and I continued our effort to trace the lineage of our family tree combining folder after paper folder and logging them in to Ancestry.com. It was especially sweet when Aida told Grandma that her middle name is Tongret and that her great grandpa painted a picture just for her. Grandma chimed in that yes, he sure did. In actuality the painting was painted by Grandma’s dad, Bland Tongret. Grandma gave it to Aida when she was born because we chose Tongret as her middle name.
Grandma made a wonderful breakfast, cinnamon rolls, eggs, cinnamon toast, extra crispy bacon, YUM. We ended up messing up grandma’s house beyond recognition (sorry).
I can’t think of a better way to spend a weekend with my family. I can’t think of a better way to honor the life of my grandfather. His spirit and presence is everywhere in that house. At one point Grandma said, “It is good for the kids to know this place.” And she is right, this house of Grandmas has been a fixed beacon in my ever moving life. This house is home, filled with love, love, love.