The Pleasure of Her Company

Today I am thinking about the special delight that comes with having a granddaughter.  (Grandsons are delightful too, but differently so.)

I’ll call her Quinn, because that might be her name and because it suits her perfectly.  She’s a red-haired beauty (in the summer almost the color of orange sherbet–yum!), tall and strong, and eminently capable of so many things.

She celebrated turning eleven this week.  As part of the fun, I engineered a chance to take her shopping, and it was a great time.  I handed her an envelope of cash and set her free to make her own choices and decisions, no adult interference, although her mom and I were there to help only if asked.  She chose to shop for clothes, but could have gone for toys or electronics, anything. 

I learned so much about this girl, Quinn, in those few hours spent at Target, Kohl’s, Claire’s.  She has a very clear grasp of her own clothing style, of what pleases her, and it has very little relationship to what her peers are choosing.  She dismissed “skinny jeans” immediately, said she just wanted cute stuff that looked good on her.  She tried everything on, considered price and getting the most bang for her buck, made thoughtful decisions when she had to choose between two things she liked.  She stayed on task until she was done, with never a moment of complaint or that “attitude” thing that sometimes happens.  Yes, it was a lot of fun, Quinn!

From all reports, she’s having a mighty fine fifth-grade year, having just been elected to the school counsel as well as selected for the choir.  She’s an ardent reader and a good writer, and her logical thinking skills may lead her through the doors of some prestigious law school someday.  Currently she’s landed herself a paying gig umping t-ball games, and I’ve heard her express a desire to be an au pair or mother’s helper as soon as she’s prepared.   She’s an active Girl Scout, and is still child enough to enjoy playing with her American Girl doll with a special girlfriend.  Go, Quinn!

Too good to be true, you say?  Naw, sometimes she does not totally maintain her decorum with her pesty little brother (yeah, they fight like siblings).  And I’ve seen her bedroom—oh, my!

So Grandma says thanks, Quinn, for the great girl you are now and for the awesome young woman you are becoming. 

And thanks for letting me brush your lovely hair whenever I get the chance!


Children are apt to live up to what you believe of them.                                Lady Bird Johnson

Allow children to be happy in their own way, for what better way will they find?        Samuel Johnson


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One Response to “The Pleasure of Her Company”

  1. Quinn on October 12th, 2009 at 6:32 pm

    Wow. Thank you for the magnificent day and the kind words.