The Invitation

I received the most meaningful complement I have, or will ever receive. My Grandchild’s trust

Our son called. They had just moved into their new home and he couldn’t wait for us to see it. Besides there were a few things he could use some help fixing.

Well, you don’t need to ask me twice! We flew out the next week to play with our Granddaughter – oh, and help. My husband spent the next few days hanging light fixtures and pictures, putting shelves together and whatever else needed to be done. It was my job to entertain our Granddaughter.

Snack and a Movie

One afternoon, after her nap, a snack and much discussion, my Granddaughter realized that my knowledge of Tinker Bell and friends was greatly lacking.  It had been my understanding that Tinker Bell was Peter Pan’s friend. Evidently that is not true. According to my Granddaughter there are many kinds of fairies and Tinker Bell knows them all. It was decided that to correct my misunderstanding and improve my knowledge of all things having to do with magic and fairies, we were going to watch the Tinker Bell movie.

That’s when my Granddaughter realized her favorite pink purse had been forgotten upstairs. This little pink purse was adorned with glitter and a small fairy on the front. It had accompanied my Granddaughter to the grocery store, the bathroom and bed every day this week. We couldn’t possibly watch a movie without the pink purse.

I settled on the sofa and queued up the movie. The pink purse was found, and we were getting settled on the sofa under a blanket when my son came in. “How are you doing sweetie?” He asked his daughter. “Having fun with Nana?”

Upset that her father was disturbing the movie she quickly said, “Yes” and waved for him to move so she could see the TV.

“Mom, have you seen any drill bits? My son asks. “I thought I left them here.” Just then my husband yells from upstairs. “I found them. We left them up here.”

The Big Problem

That’s when my granddaughter hid the pink purse under the blanket. But she couldn’t leave the little purse alone. Every few minutes she would pull it from its hiding place, peek inside, and quickly put it back under the blanket. After the third or fourth time I remarked, “you really like your pink purse, don’t you?”

That’s when she removed the little pink purse from its hiding place, reached in and took out three drill bits.

“Did you find these laying somewhere?” I asked. My granddaughter shook her head, yes and without saying a word, handed and them to me.

“I think your Daddy and Pop Pop were using these today and forgot where they left them. Your Daddy will be so happy you found them.”

I had no idea how the drill bits got into my Granddaughter’s purse. Although, I was pretty sure her Daddy had not put them there. I also didn’t think my Granddaughter purposely took the drill bits. They were just laying somewhere, looked interesting and, as all young lady’s do with treasures they find, put them in her favorite pink purse. But now she knew the drill bits belonged to her Daddy and she was afraid her Daddy would be angry with her. She needed a way to get those drill bits out of her purse.

The Complement

I took the drill bits. My Granddaughter closed the little pink purse. “I’ll make sure your Daddy gets these back. Is it OK if I tell him you were the one who found them?”

“Yes.” My granddaughter looked relieved. She cuddled up next to me, big smile on her face.

I’m sure my smile was just as big. My Granddaughter came to me with a problem and let me help her solve it. “Thank you, sweetie.” She didn’t know it and I had never expected it, but my two year old Granddaughter just gave me the most meaningful compliment I could every hope to receive. My Grandchild’s trust.

My Hope

I could never have predicted, when we accepted our son’s invitation, that my Granddaughter and I would have this experience during our visit. You cannot prepare for these moments. I supposed we could have discussed how putting things in your purse that don’t belong to you is not a good idea, but it wasn’t necessary. She recognized that the drill bits did not belong in her purse. I could have made her take the drill bits to her father and apologize for putting them in her purse. But she was two years old. One lesson at a time. She took a chance and confided in me and I was not going to betray that confidence.

My granddaughter might not remember this incident. But, at some level, the experience will hopefully create a foundation of trust on which a meaningful and lasting relationship will grow. That my Granddaughter now knows she can trust her Nana to listen and help her find her way when times get tough. At least, that’s my hope.