Like many quarantiners, my kids have only seen my parents through a computer screen for over a year. But now Grandma and Grandpa are fully vaccinated. And so am I.
The countdown began when I was sure it was gonna happen.
“Girls, guess what? Two sleeps till we get to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s house!”
“But where do they live?” the little one asked. She’s spent a third of her life without them in real life.
After one sleep, she popped up and with her hair all askew and declared, “That was a sleep. Are we going to Grandma and Grandpa’s now?”
The next morning it was the big one who called me from her bed at 6am with a long stretched out monotone, “Moooom. Moooom. Moooom.”
“Yes, honey, what is it?” I stood at her doorway and quickly crossed the room to her bed when my morning fog cleared and I realized it might be something serious.
“Are we going to wear masks with Grandma and Grandpa?”
I smiled, “Yeah, we will, just to be careful.”
A few hours of excitement later, we were chanting “Grand-ma! Grand-pa!” and were out the door.
The visit was as fulfilling as I imagined. Hugs. Love. Closeness. Good food and giggles.
As we drove away, I said, “That was so good to see Grandma and Grandpa, wasn’t it?”
“It was soooooo good,” emphasized the big one, “I think I’ll call them when we get home to see if anything’s happened in the last 25 minutes.”
Turns out a year of computer visits hasn’t changed a thing.