Front Porch Stories: The power of your grandchildren


By KATHY BOHANNON, Special to The Weekly

We moved into our new home in October of 2022. We live just down the street from our son and his family, so it’s always a treat when the grandlittles walk down to visit.

I often get messages from them for various reasons. Today’s message was to let me know that Jack, (the 8-year-old and also the youngest) wanted to come down. Of course, I said yes, being fully aware that one day these kids will not have time for old folks like us.

Jack arrived soon after, and he came right into my office where I had just settled in to work. I have a daily writing job that allows me time to take a break whenever needed. That’s a good thing, because Jack had a plan.

He gave me a big hug and said, “You know what I was thinking?” I shook my head. “Well,” he continued, “I think we should have a special day and go to the boba tea place.” I was looking at my computer screen and told him I was working, but we could go as soon as I finished.

And then I looked at him.

One should realize that when a grandlittle asks you to do something with them, there is a power that cannot be denied. Jack’s particular power involves beautiful blue eyes, striking blonde hair and a smile that starts in his soul and keeps going all over the room.

I immediately succumbed to the power.

I snapped my laptop closed and said, “Hey, let’s just go. I can work anytime.”

Even though we are seniors, the grandlittles have all sorts of things here to enjoy. They could play video games, board games, swim in the summer, roast marshmallows in the winter. But Jack came right to me with his idea, and he wanted to do it with me.

It only took a minute and we were in the car putting on seatbelts.

I drove him to his house so he could ask his sister and brother if they wanted to go also. Shortly, we were all piled into the car and headed to the boba tea place. It was 10 a.m.

I parked right in front, close enough to see the sign that kept us from going in. “Open 11 a.m.” Nearly an hour to wait. But we were committed. I had three kids in the car with the promise of boba tea. Three kids that one day would be too grown to ask me to take them somewhere special. I was in it for the long haul.

There was a frozen yogurt and bakery shop nearby. They were open, so we went in and decisions were made. Jack decided frozen yogurt with some toppings would be even better than boba, so he made his selection and settled down to enjoy it. The oldest agreed with the yogurt choice and sat down with his brother as they compared toppings.

The middle one held out for boba tea, which was fine because I was enjoying that extra hour just being with them. Jack also “needed” a cupcake, so I told him he could get one to eat later since the sugar intake was probably at max with the frozen yogurt.

Finally, the boba tea store opened and the grandgirl got her favorite blend.

Boba tea tastes great, as does frozen yogurt, but nothing compares to the sweetness of a little guy wanting to spend time with an old grandma like me.

Kathy Bohannon is a freelance writer. She can be reached at [email protected].

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