Today, I want to write about my little grandson, Rylan. As you know, I have been watching him grow from an infant to a 2-1/2 year old. He talks a lot now, though he doesn’t always enunciate his words clearly and I have to guess what he means. If he slowed down, maybe I’d understand him better.
Anyway, I wish I were the ideal grandma. I really should play with him more instead of letting him watch so much television. Make no mistake: there are some terrific interactive kid’s shows that are very educational. However, it isn’t good for him to stare at the tube for long periods of time.
Thankfully, Rylan always tells me when a show is boring. “I don’t like Sesame Street,” he said yesterday. So I asked, “Do you want to watch Nick, Jr., instead?” When he said, “Yes,” I switched the channel. Ten minutes later, I noticed him asleep on the floor. Thinking he wanted to nap, I brought down the quilt. He immediately woke up and began to cry, saying he wasn’t ready to sleep yet.
I then realized that he wanted to interact with me. He was tired of staring at the television while I worked at the computer.
“Let’s play catch,” Rylan said, getting a small ball from the toy bin. “Here we go, here we go, catch!” he said, tossing the ball to me. I did the same to him. This went on for a few minutes. Then I held onto the ball with my right hand, and he tried to pry it from me. He tugged at the ball with all his might, grunting and laughing at the same time. Suddenly, he stole the ball from my hand, falling backwards from the exertion.
“You won!” I said.
“I won!” he replied. “Let’s do it again!”
This went on back and forth for twenty minutes. It was such an exhilarating, impromptu game!
When Rylan comes here today, I intend to play with him more. Having fun is so important for both of us!