It was the weekend before Leap Day and I had a wonderful visit with my 9 year old grandson, Evan. He decided to honor leap year by leaping for joy on his backyard trampoline. As his hair flew up in the air each time he jumped, he enjoyed being interviewed while leaping.
When I asked him what he would do on Leap Day he said, “I don’t have any plans yet … but probably HAVE FUN!” He knew that leap year came every 4 years and that he had lived through 2 of them. And, he told me the next one would be, “…when I’m thirteen!”
We hung out on the trampoline for a few hours jumping and talking. At one point he would lay on his back in the middle of the trampoline and swipe his arms up and down along the trampoline floor creating static electricity which collected in his hair. Then he enjoyed touching me as we both felt the shock.
Evan told me, “I have a special gift with static electricity…” Then he used his gift to make stray pieces of bark and fuzz jump on the trampoline without touching them.
At one point we both sat cross legged facing each other in the middle of the trampoline and Evan said, “Let’s talk about our gifts.” We proceeded to take turns sharing. He never ceases to amaze and delight me as each visit deepens our connection. He told me about his connection with nature and how he can see light around the edges of people (I told him that was called an aura and he was very excited).
As other members of the family arrived our private time ended and BBQ festivities ensued. There was more fun on the trampoline, a BBQ lunch and watching the Oscars. Someone brought a coconut and we all enjoyed puncturing the soft spot, inserting straws to drink the milk and then cracking it open to munch on the meat.
My husband and I were the last to leave. When alone with Evan again, I told him how much fun it was spending time with him and especially sitting on the trampoline and talking about our gifts. His face lit up and with a big smile he said, “Yeah!”
After hugs and goodbyes I felt the warm glow of another fun and inspiring visit with my grandson Evan.
Until next time, remember, it’s all “for the love of kids…”
In joy, Marilyn