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by Aggi Stevenson 

The snow was coming down quickly. School let out early on the day my five-year-old grandson Aaron and his four-year-old brother, Blake were to spend the night. Aaron, proudly wore a Christmas Bell necklace he made in kindergarten earlier that day. I admired his necklace assuring him he did a fine job crafting it. He beamed with pride and I pretended not to notice all the beads were on one side of the bell. Hey, it was his necklace so there was no wrong way to make it.

Even though the boys are four and five years old, I still get nervous when they are noticeably quiet. I have flashbacks of the day I noticed they had gotten quiet and couldn’t find them. Calling them repeatedly, didn’t reveal the boys where abouts. We have a large pond behind our home and I panicked at the thought of them going out the door and into the pond. Racing to the back deck, there was no sign of them. My heart thumped hard in my chest. I was scared to death. I went back into the house frantically searching  under beds, in closets and behind furniture while hysterically calling their names. No answer. I found them crouched behind a chaise lounge in the formal living room. That room is not exactly kid friendly and they are not allowed to play in it. I suppose they heard me coming and quickly jumped behind the chaise to keep from being scolded. I was so glad to see them, I cried. They both stood by, gently stroking my hair, as I dropped to my knees weeping with joy. After some time had passed, I sat them down and told them how scared I was when I couldn’t find them and they would not have been trouble. I was just checking on them to make sure they were okay. They agreed to never clam up at my hysteria again.

As the snowy evening wore on, I moved between writing on the computer, doing fun things with the boys and cooking. If you call DiGiorno pizza cooking. Occasionally, I would leave the keyboard and go see what they were doing. They were especially drawn to the lighted ceramic village with the miniature mailbox, sledders, carolers and trees adorning it. I cautioned them about picking up the pieces and dropping them on the tile floor because they are breakable. I told them they could look at them and pick them up, but not to take them from the counter top they were on.  They seemed pleased with getting to play with the pieces according to the Nana rules.

When Aaron spilled a drink on his sweater vest, he was more concerned with his bell necklace getting wet than his clothing.  Blake looked at me with a twinkle in his black eyes, “Aaron made that necklace for you, Nana.”  Aaron’s wide eyes and down-turned lips told me there was not a word of truth to that assumption.  “I couldn’t take your Christmas bell. You’ve worked hard on that.” I said, removing the wet vest. Aaron smiled. “You can wear it until the morning.”  He took it off and placed it around my neck.  “Are you sure, Sugar?”  He was sure. He wanted me to enjoy wearing it but  made it clear I was to return it.  I proudly wore it around the house, making frequent trips to check on the boys. 

I thought you had to get up pretty early in the morning to fool me. After all, I did raise the boy’s father. He is the one that put real meaning into checking on children when they are quiet. As I popped a Pizza in the oven, I noticed my miniature ceramic mailbox, sledders and carolers in a gondola car going around the train track in the adjoining family room. The boys were sweetly drawing on a Doodle Pro. They were even taking turns, writing and then magically clearing their work and beginning again. 

 I let them watch TV in my bed but they are not allowed to have food or drink anywhere but the dining/kitchen  area. I noticed a cup of hot chocolate, now cold, sitting on my night stand.

 Colorful Goldfish crackers peeked out from the sofa cushions that looked as though they had been jumped on. I used to let them jump on the sofa when they were tiny but they are too big for that now.

When were they breaking all these rules? I had kept a close watch on them. They had been really good. I had not caught them in the bedroom with hot chocolate or in the living room with crackers. I didn’t know when they removed the ceramic figures from their perch and didn’t hear them jumping on the sofa. How could this be?

Then it hit me. The Christmas bell around my neck telegraphed my coming! Each time they heard the bell, they simply busied themselves with some acceptable behavior. As they heard the tinkling bell moving away, they resumed their forbidden activity. I was nothing more than the cat with the bell around it’s neck signaling his coming to the mice.

I had to laugh at myself. Hmm…they are going to be like their father. Maybe it’s true. Your children will pay you back for all the things you did to your mother! I could hardly keep a straight face as I asked them to return the ceramic figures to their place, reminded them the rules about eating in the kitchen only, had not changed and I expected the sofa cushions to be returned to the same order they were in when they arrived. They gladly obeyed. I took the Christmas bell off and laid it on the table. I thanked Aaron for letting me wear it and told him it sure was a fine necklace. He seemed pleased to remind me, “I said you could wear it until the morning.”   “Not a chance!” Is what I thought, but I said,  “Oh. I will put it back on later.”

Later never came.

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by Aggi Stevenson

 We are experiencing  the worse snow storm we have had in a very long time here in Boonville, NC.  All though it is beautiful, road conditions are treacherous. I suppose my husband didn’t take his four-wheel drive to work today because…umm…well…don’t know exactly why he didn’t take his four-wheel drive to work today.

Our manager closed the store early because of road conditions and bitter temperatures. My husband’s office is attached to the store but he was oblivious to the snow as he caught up on computer work.  I finally called him after dark and suggested it would be a good idea if he came home. 

Soon after, he called telling me he was almost home and couldn’t believe how bad the roads were. He was a little worried he wouldn’t make it up the small hill at the end of our 600 foot long driveway.  I gathered with two of my grandboys by the window to watch for Papaw. We prayed for God to bring him home safely.

They were excited to see his lights come into view. We watched as his vehicle struggled through several attempts and then turned sideways just as it topped the hill. We waited. The car rocked forward a little and back a little but mostly just sat there. Five-year-old Aaron must have gotten impatient. “Is God going to help him or not!”

God did help him. He got him home safely. But we didn’t pray for God to bring him all the way to the door. He allowed Papaw to walk some too.  Maybe he wanted to build character in him and build up his leg muscles too.

As he trudged up the long driveway, in the cold blowing snow, with the wind howling, he glanced at his four-wheel drive Suburban sitting there smiling, all covered with a big fluffy blanket of snow. He just shook his head and kept walking.

The boys were glad God brought him home safely. I was too. I made him hot chili and was pretty sure which vehicle he would drive tomorrow.

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