It’s easy to forget.
The longing eleven-year-olds have for companionship.
Yearning for company of family members.
Before the adolescent push for friends.
Elias articulated wishes to be with parents, siblings.
Disappointment when they, occupied with work or school.
Or social media or sleep.
So, Bob and I, grandparents, seized every second of each moment.
To spend time with him.
During his short foray here.
On Shavuot while his mother worked.
Enjoying meals together on the deck, in the atrium.
Making protein shakes.
Taking him to exercise classes.
Miniature golf, the supermarket.
Meandering the neighborhood.
Seeking foxes, deer, bunnies.
Hummingbirds, butterflies.
Watering the garden.
Listening endlessly.
To what he’s learned.
Science, economics, botany.
Observations about the world.
Worries about personal maladies.
Most of all, his desires.
To hang out with parents, siblings.
In these days of hustle bustle,
when everyone’s plugged in,
hard to find time and space
to bond with closest kin.
Familial hungering, sad.
Though grandparents fill holes,
the child knows those he really wants,
and itemizes woes.
Lynn Benjamin
June 14, 2024