Today’s post comes from Crystalbay
A few days ago, my 21-year old grandson, Conner, approached me about living here for a while. My first reaction was, “Oh no!! What if it doesn’t work and I’ll be in the position to tell him to leave??!!”. It was a beautiful summer afternoon and, as we sat together on the lake swing, I decided to take the risk.
Conner, a formerly heavy pot smoker and a somewhat aimless kid, had gone to the U of M for two years, then dropped out, saying he hated it there and wanted to be a personal trainer. The whole family worried that this young man was lost. He took a pricey personal training course. Still, we wondered how this slender kid could possibly make a career out of a profession in which so few can succeed.
That was then; this is now. Conner just won a national natural body building competition one month ago out of 70 men older than himself. He’d worked out for a year and sculpted his body into near perfection. When I saw him on that stage, I couldn’t believe the transformation. His career “stock” shot through the roof, and he now has enough clients to make a solid living.
When he moved in a few days ago, he made the upstairs his own, putting my furniture in the closet, rearranging everything, vacuuming, washing floors, putting his own posters on the walls, etc. Since then, he’s mowed the lawn, gone on errands, put every single dish in the washer, taken the garbage out, and introduced me to new Netflix series.
Every morning, he makes his bed even though no one goes upstairs but him. We respect each other’s space and, thank God, he has no interest in watching TV. Each day, we find time to sit on the lake swing and share everything from our day to childhoods to politics. I must admit that I’m doing my best to shape him into an ardent progressive. I did worry about feeling invaded after so many years of quiet solitude, but now find myself looking forward to him returning from his day.
I sense that this is a very important summer; more than previous summers. The new but growing bond is forever. Without this opportunity, I may never have known my grandson. I’m even thinking about how much I’ll miss his daily company when he moves on, but I’ll enjoy the moments we have for now.
Yesterday, he asked if I’d teach him how to play the piano. Today, I asked him to come to a nearby fitness club and create a free weight lifting routine for me. He and my daughter are competing in the same contest in August. He’s now proposing that he, his mom, and I could compete together one day. Imagine that; three generations! I’d win because I’d be the only one in the over-70 class. Our daily routines blend together seamlessly and our gratitudes for the smallest exchanges, a hug, a peanut butter sandwich, music he’s introducing me to, and, most of all, our appreciation for sharing this most beautiful piece of earth.
Yes, this will be a summer to remember.