While I was in my
computer room working on a story, I finished it and started to walk out of the
room when I spotted my electric pencil sharpener. I stopped, picked it up and
emptied the pencil shavings into the trash can. While holding the sharpener…it
all came back to me…
When my grandson,
Tyler, lived here for a while with his father and sister, it was like starting all
over for me with little kids. My kids were grown; some were married with kids
of their own. For a while my house was quiet with only me living in it. Now I
had two little grandkids and their father living with me.
Tyler would wake up
around 6:30 in the morning, and I would find him in my room, on my bed, waiting
for me to wake up and play with him. I didn’t need to set an alarm because
Tyler was my alarm clock, signaling morning.
We would start the
morning off playing cards or any type of game, until I could drag myself
downstairs for a much needed cup of coffee and feed Tyler breakfast. Our days
were spent playing games, going outside, running errands, watching SpongeBob
Square Pants, or me watching Tyler play television video games.
Tyler and I seemed to
be joined at the hip. He never wanted to be left alone or play by himself. When
I would want to work on some of my stories on the computer, I would bring in
paper, coloring books, and crayons, and Tyler would sit down on the floor and
work on his coloring or drawings. One day I saw my pencils and asked him if he
would like to sharpen them. He did and I pulled out a huge plastic container
and an old cigar box filled with pencils. Tyler went to town and loved
sharpening those pencils.
The electric sharpener
and those pencils filled up a lot of Tyler’s time. As he sharpened them, I
wrote. We spent a lot of time together in that computer room. While Tyler lived
with me, I never had to worry about sharpening any of my pencils, and I always
had one to use when the other points wore down.
It is amazing what kids
find fascinating and fun. Thanks to Tyler and my electric sharpener, they both
kept me writing.
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