My granddaughter Alexis is going to be thirteen in a few short months. It is a scary time for me. I lived with a few frightening thirteen year olds. Their hormones raged. Their mouths could be uncontrollable. The tears come out of nowhere. I can remember thinking that I would never make it through the teen years with some of my kids. There were days that I wanted Hungarian Work Horse to commit me to an asylum for the criminally insane so I could have some peace and quiet. I could have found sanctuary there before I could at home with those bawling demanding children. Even with a trip to the dentist to get a tooth pulled there is a pain pill after the fact for some relief. With a thirteen year old there is not. Then they turn into an older teen that gets a drivers license and you have this spawn of you with another thing to put you over the edge, the everlasting wanting to be behind the wheel of a car. Not to worry though it does go away eventually and you do get through it. Just like the Children of Israel did with all those plagues.
My Alexis has always been my sweet sweet girl. She is growing into a young lady with grace. I love how she handles herself and how she loves others. She can be very understanding with her little sisters and brother. She is sensitive and quiet for the most part but I have seen her get pushed too far. One night I was over and my Little Dude wanted to change the channel on the television and before I could blink she had him pinned to the ground with arms and legs going in every direction.I am surprised I didn’t hear Peyton and Landyn chanting BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT in the background. Little Dude wasn’t going to cry uncle because he is tough but it was my slender Alexis that had the upper hand. I used my I mean business Nana voice and they quit immediately.It was like a drive by shooting it came on so fast with the ending swift and immediate that at first I couldn’t believe it happened. Alexis never held a grudge that night after I got the gruff voice out. She walked me to my car like she does every time I leave her house. She told me she loved me and I know she means it. I love her like my Grandma Jahr loved me and that is saying a lot. My grandma was my everything that was sane in my teen years. My Alexis is that bridge of me to my grandmother. She brings memories of my feeling so understood and cherished by a strong lady that cared for me. I hope some day Alexis has the same arsenal of hope to reach back and use when she is feeling bad or raising a bulldog of a teen herself. I do know that if there is a way I will watch over her for as long as she walks this earth.
Every word she says I say right back, I don’t care if she works for The Peace Core or the World Wide Wrestling Federation she is my girl.
So if you go all rogue in those hard hard teen years Lex look for me. I will help. We will get it behind us and we will probably do it laughing. I will make that scared noise with that wild look of fear and you will laugh your head off cause that’s what we do. I love you doesn’t even come close to what I want to say to you. I am honored to have you as my first experience of true grandmotherly love. It is like nothing else and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.