Quite Precocious

 

Grayson, the Conversationalist

My five-year-old grandson, Grayson, is a laid back, go-with-the-flow, second-born child. As a toddler, he was slow to speak, and his mother was worried.  Then when he started talking, he never stopped! He lost his first tooth on April 1^st.  He made sure to tell the waitress at the restaurant about it in detail at Sunday lunch.  He loves humor and can tell jokes quite well.  He is always saying things that need to be written down. In particular there is a saying that he uses if his mother or his baby sister is crying.  He has a compassionate soul and gets right up into their faces to say: “It’s okay, we never don’t love you.” 

He reminds me so much of his dad, my middle son, when he was little.  They are both very personable, very confident and very funny. With blonde hair and big blue eyes and an innocence that only a child can express, it is delightful to hear what he will say next.

He once told me that a “googol” is a one with 100 zeros after it.  I sometimes wonder if he is a mathematical prodigy.  His ability to manipulate numbers, add or subtract, is amazing.  He also just spontaneously started to read a few months ago.  With no teaching or training, it just seemed to come to him naturally.  He is quite precocious for a little fellow.

Tammy Harvey

4/8/2025

Our Loss, Heaven's Gain

 

The Loss of a Matron

I have lost my mother, I knew I one day would,

 She died just like she lived:  courageous and assured, 

I’m not selfish enough to want her to linger here in agony, 

I know she has a place of peace that one day I will see, 

She, at 91, had lived a full and caring life,

For 73 years, she was my father’s wife, 

She was a successful businesswoman, far surpassing her education,

She had moxie that spurred her diehard determination, 

She was a hard worker, like no one I have ever seen, 

Her energy was contagious, if you know just what I mean,

She was a people person and could read the room quite well,

I loved how much she laughed and the stories she could tell,

She led by example and made her expectations known,

Kind but stern; there was confidence in her tone,

She was always resilient, enduring many of life’s trials,

Her positivity was admirable, giving away her joyous smiles,

As Mother’s Day approaches, a large void will be there,

Our first one without her, and painful hearts we will share,

But I’m happy for my mother to be resting peacefully in glory,

We are all proud of her and her amazing life story.

In Memory of (Elizabeth) Julia (Ann Langston) Paschal

On this earth October 12, 1933- February 7, 2025

Tammy Harvey

4/8/2025

So, it is April

 Oops! Did I say I'd be back in March.  Well, March has come and gone.  I am trying to get some writing done to continue my blog, but the well has run dry.

The creative creek has been running dry,

I am not sure I can explain why,

It's kind of like telling the sky to rain,

There is a drought within my brain,

It's not like dropping a bucket into a well,

Or turning on a faucet, as far as I can tell,

Creative writing comes to me,

Like an unexpected storm or a blooming tree,

I can't make it thunder or control the timing,

I guess you'd say, I'm at a lost at rhyming,

My goal is to continue to produce for the blog,

I just have been like a knot on a log.

Tammy Harvey