While the temperature was 77 degrees last Saturday afternoon, my oldest
daughter, one of her boys, Micah, and I had headed off to Blue Limestone
Park. Although we like to play with Micah, we were relieved to see a couple
of boys running, climbing and jumping on the ropes and parts of the Big Toy.
We sat down on the bench of a picnic table in the shade. Carrie had had a
long hike on Friday, over the Delaware Dam, with Micah and her boyfriend.
They had been out in the windy day, thinking nothing of sun protection.
**Side track for one moment:
I think we need to have a commercial with a name brand of sun protection,
where an athlete asks another one, “Do you wear SPF 30 or SPF 45 while
you are out in the sun?”
Then, while they are running the one being asked answers,
“When I remember. . . I wear SPF 30.”
Then, like the new V-8 commercials, instead of getting hit up side of the head,
the advertising ‘geniuses’ need to come up with an appropriate gesture or
comment which would be like saying, “Duh!”
I did not say, “Duh,” or any kind of “What were you thinking?” to my oldest daughter,
since she was displaying a red face and chest. Micah’s face looked ‘rosy.’
On Saturday, Carrie was wearing a pretty hat, lotion on her nose and had
“learned her lesson (the hard way)” and had put lotion on Micah too.
He has sensitive skin so it was probably a baby lotion brand. Her face and
chest were ‘beet red’ due to sunburn and not embarrassment.
** Back to the park.
While we watched Micah approach a rather tall, gangly and skinny boy. Silently
I wondered at his courage. We know he really prefers to play with kids his older
brother, Skyler’s age. (Ten and a half years old.)
We cannot convince him to go up to little kids from age 5 to age 7. We both try
to encourage finding kids his own age, since he is six and in kindergarten.
The boy Micah was attempting to engage in play could have been 9 or as old
as 12 years old.
His grandmother was standing against the only tree around, while we were sitting
under the shade of it.
I asked the woman,
“How old is your son?” (I never assume or assign “grandmother-hood” to
She turned towards us, while Carrie and I ‘scooched over’ on the picnic bench
to make room for her to sit down saying,
“He’s my grandson of 7 years old and his father is 6′ 6″ !”
We both gasped in unison, since the boy definitely will be a ‘string bean’ and
the potential of his height astounded us. Carrie told the woman,
“He is tall for his age. I expected since Micah’s Daddy is 6′ tall he would be tall,
but he won’t be as tall as your grandson!”
We then introduced ourselves, learning the grandmother’s name was Beverly.
I mentioned to her that her grandson certainly was a very nice looking boy who
seemed quiet and calm.
Micah was loudly asking him,
“What ‘Super Powers’ do you want to have? I am choosing to be able to become
invisible and also, to be like a chameleon.”
The boy just looked at Micah.
Micah turned on his ‘charm’ and said,
“That’s okay, you don’t have to have any ‘Super Powers’ just yet!”
The grandmother looked at us and seemed to feel we could be trusted with an
important piece of information about her grandson.
“Ian nearly died, had to be resuscitated when he was a baby. Turns out he is
our ‘miracle baby.'”
We asked her questions and she provided answers.
“Ian was born with four defects in his heart. They have opened his chest and
repaired 3 of the 4. This was very serious and we have chosen to tell Ian he
can do whatever he wants to do.”
Beverly went on to explain using an example,
“In the middle of Winter, his older sister and brother were dropped off at Big
Walnut Skate Rink, over in Sunbury, (Ohio). Ian wanted to go immediately to
a store and buy his own pair of roller skates. I told him we could do that.”
She leaned over, like she was imparting a secret,
“We had to go to three different stores, until we found roller skates in the sports
section of Sears. That boy made me hold his hand and we went up and down
the driveway, eventually down the sidewalk and around the block. We did this
with thick coats, gloves and scarves on. It was Winter, for God’s sake!”
We looked upon Ian, who suddenly seemed more fragile, knowing his ‘back story,’
and my daughter asked,
“Do you worry about his falling or hurting himself? Does he have to be told not
to run too fast?”
I got a few tears, which I blame the wind on. Getting a tissue out of my purse,
I silently wondered about Ian’s imaginary play times, when he was alone.
Did Ian wish for ‘Super Powers?’
All of a sudden we looked up. All three women together, as one.
The shrieks were what caught our attention.
The sight was heart-warming to us all, too.
Micah and Ian surprised us by coming down the bumpy slide.
Ian’s legs were wrapped around Micah, both boys grinning from ear to ear.
Micah shouted out to us, “We are a super sonic train!”
You betcha’ that boy got blueberry pancakes, with lots of blueberry syrup and
whipped cream, too.
When we splurged and went out to eat at Bob Evans later.