Last week we said goodbye to Ken’s grandfather. He was the only grandfather left on either side of our families, and he was my grandfather from the time I said “I do” to my sweet husband almost 13 years ago. For the past 5 years he had been failing in health, and it was apparent in the beginning of this year that his earthly time was coming to an end.
Ken was asked to perform the funeral, and we decided to bring all the kids with us because many of Ken’s family was coming in from out of town and hadn’t had a chance to meet Sam or our little babe yet. I was excited to see the family and catch up on what has been going on in everyone’s lives.
I had the diaper bag stocked with snacks and drinks for the kids, with coloring pencils and sketch books for the girls, Color Wonder for Sam and some soft toys for Baby I. We got to the church early and let the kids play in the nursery, and right as the service was about to begin I crept into the the sanctuary and settled the five of us in the back row. I was hopeful that we would be far enough in the back that Sam wouldn’t try to run for Ken, and I was partly correct.
The girls did great – they had some snacks and then settled down to draw. Baby I did great – he had his bottle and then was happy to sit in his car seat and babble and play with his toy rings.
Sam was another story. He didn’t want a snack. He didn’t want fruit. He wanted to color. He didn’t want to color. He wanted to sit on my lap. He didn’t want Baby I on my lap. He wanted to sit on the floor. He wanted to sit on the bench. He wanted the girls’ color pencils. He threw the color pencils on the floor. He wanted to sing (when there wasn’t music). He wanted to talk to Grammie (who was sitting in the front). He wanted to get up. He wanted to get down. And it went on.
I lasted through Ken’s eulogy and just as I decided I’d had enough both girls needed the restroom. I sent them quickly out of the sanctuary and told them I would meet them in the nursery. Then, as I was packing up Sam and the diaper bag and all the stuff that was on the floor and Baby I in the car seat…..Sam decided that HE WANTED TO STAY and promptly threw a massive temper tantrum. Thankfully we were near the back of the church so I grabbed what I could and ran down the stairs and into the nursery with Sam still protesting at the top of his lungs.
It. Was. AWESOME.
All I wanted to do was sit in church and say goodbye to my grandfather. Instead of listening to the funny stories and touching antidotes and singing his favorite hymns I sat in the nursery and watched my kids play. To be honest I threw myself a teensy pity party – and then realized I had to get over it. This is life with four little ones – and while it’s not always as smooth as I’d like it to be, it’s reality right now. So I said goodbye to Grandpop as I rocked Baby I in the nursery and whispered into his ear all the things I’m going to miss. The girls and I talked about Heaven and they wanted to know if Grandpop could see them from Heaven. I assured them he could.
And then my little dynamo crawled into my lap, patted my face and said “want Pop-pop”. As tears filled my eyes I told him that Pop-Pop was in Heaven with Jesus. He looked at me, smiled and said “okay” and climbed down to play.
Grandpop will be very missed, especially by our little Sam.