Tuesdays at Gramma’s

Today was The Boy’s last day of his first year of preschool. Swimming lessons ended last Monday.  Saturday gymnastics classes are done. The structure that accompanies the weeks of the school year (even at three years old!) has made way for frozen treats and later bedtimes. We’ve got some stuff on the schedule this summer so there won’t be any day camps or weekly lessons for The Boy. There is one standing appointment, however, that we intend to keep.

Tuesdays are for Gramma.

Every Tuesday, after work/the gym/Hot Yoga/whatever, four generations of my family gather at my uncle’s house, where my Gramma lives. (“I’m just a boarder!”-Gramma) There’s usually supper, occasionally a treat, and always knitting. It’s been going on for years, mostly while I lived away, but once we discovered Skype, The Boy and I started dropping in. Now that we’re living nearby, Tuesdays at Gramma’s are pretty sacred.

Tuesdays by the Numbers

Four: The number of rear ends that should fit on the couch. No stretching out. That’s what the floor is for.

Three: The minimum number of cans of D.C. you’d better bring up if you are going down to the beer fridge. (Lately we’ve all been off the artificial sweetener, so now it’s more like Club Soda.)

Seven: The typical number of people knitting at any given time.

Eleven: The average number of times Gramma will ask, “Do you knit?” if you are not, in fact, knitting.

Twenty: The number of stitches Gramma is supposed to have on her needles, in case she asks.

Forty: That’s how much you should charge for that cowl.

Countless: The number of zingers Gramma comes out with when everyone assumes she’s not paying attention.

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Monique’s Actual Gramma

Gramma repeats herself because she forgets. She knits the same twenty stitches back and forth because she can’t follow a pattern anymore. But she still knows when it’s Tuesday. Sometimes I’ll catch her talking to someone she doesn’t see often and she’ll say, “Oh, they all knit! They come over every Tuesday!” and I can tell she’s really happy that we do.

I will not pretend to know what it’s like to be nearing a hundred, to gradually lose grasp of people and things that used to be familiar. I don’t know if I would handle it with the same grace and humour that Gramma has, even though I really dig getting older so far. Gramma makes it look kind of fun. Sitting in a comfy chair, knitting all day, having your kids bring you supper and do your laundry? I’ll take it! I am looking very forward to the days when I can be as saucy as I want.

In the meantime, I count my blessings like stitches: I have a great family; I have a great Gramma; The Boy has a great Great Gramma who knows him and loves him. No matter how busy life gets, I always know where I’ll be come Tuesday night.

Tuesdays are for Gramma.

~Monique

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4 thoughts on “Tuesdays at Gramma’s

  1. “I count my blessings like stitches” ….wow. That said it all for me right here. I am a knitter and I think every time I pick up my needles it is much the same as when I pick up my rosary to pray. There is peace, there is gratitude, there is calm. My goal in life is now to be your grandmother. Not your actual grandmother, mind you 🙂 but I can think of nothing better than a life of knitting, family surrounding me and good food! Thanks for the great read!

  2. Tears… Reminds of my Grammie who never had the chance to be a saucy older lady. Reminds me fondly of my beloved Aunt Hilda who was fierce, funny, and saucy until 108 years of life.

  3. I love the read Monique, She is a grand old lady bring up 10 kids in the post war era with little money but lots of love…and Yes the smack up the side of the head if needed….
    I am proud to be one of the 10
    Big Hugs for Tuesday Nights
    I Love You All
    xoxoxoxoxoxo
    Gerald

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