Rewarded for Effort

You are rewarded for your effort. That is how it works!

Little Nathan came to the door, unexpectedly, as his parents were going to call first if they were able to come on Halloween. It was understood that Nathan had to ride in the biggest firetruck in town first, with his uncle Steve. So, mom was a passenger, while his dad was assigned to blow the horn, as the truck in all it's glory rolled down Main Street. He doesn't realize what an honor that was, "yet." Yet is one of his favorite words. No Daddy Yet, No mommy Yet. No coat Yet. I think you get it.

It was off to his other grandparents house, and by that time we thought it too late for a visit. It was our understanding that we would see him on Saturday, at a little party being held for all the kids and some family members. I recall how hard it was to get the kids dressed and to go to Grandma's house across town, only to scoot back to my mom's with two tired costumed and at times cranky kids.

We realize that it is tough on the parents, especially when they do not share the enthusiasm and are miserable in some of those get-ups. Nate's mom tries to involve him in choices, and from what I gather, he wanted to be a french fry.

Well, I was wrong, he was the cutes hot dog you've ever seen. And, at the point of "let's get this off now," by the time he got here. He's a good sport. Everthing works this way. You are rewarded for your effort.

Nathan was rewarded for his effort. He got a huge pumpkin balloon, two new jets to play with and add to his collection, one shinny red (sour) apple, and a bag of little fish crackers, pizza flavored. Mom tried to read the card to him, which was his favorite, a Halloween styled truck. But, he was too excited for that.

Then, he called his mom, Ang, (and in a tone that his mother did not appreciate). So, she said to him that he was to call her, "mommy." (He has developed a little tone). Oh Gosh! He also told his mother to leave the room, ( he did the same thing to me the other day), because he wanted to play with grampy. Playing jets with grampy is a full-time job, lately.

Nathan doesn't mean to shun his mom and me. He doesn't understand that "yet". Woman are not on this earth to be put aside or shunned, and at some point, he will learn that. Just like hes learned that he is rewarded for his effort. Grampy can teach him that.

Off they went, the usual waves, blinking lights, and poor mom, who hadn't had her evening meal, was going to pick-up something again. Bill, on the other hand, had a cup soup to help with his cold. They are such good parents. Nathan will probably not appreciate them for many years, but he sure does love them, me too!