It took me a while to share this because I am STILL healing and slowly coming to grips with this. I haven’t decided yet if I should seek counseling or not.
Recently my “DaGranPappy Gangsta” was tested and unfortunately came back negative.
My soon to be 3 year old baby gurl saw an ink pen someone had left in her reach. I saw her see the ink pen across the table from me. I saw her eyeball me and notice the pen was outta my reach and I would have to get up from my seated position to stop her.
I was watching her and she was sizing me up like an old western right before a gun fight. I think I heard that old western “the good, the bad and the ugly” theme song in my head.
She grabbed the pen and took off running. No worries, DaGranPappy got this!!! I jump up and gave chase and quickly close ground on her. As I am about to grab her hand with the pen, I think I hear that “beep-beep” Roadrunner cartoon sound and she vanishes into a cloud of dust. She hit a gear that I guess l no longer have.
Just a couple of years ago I STILL had that gear chasing down her older brother.
DaGranPappy just got dusted/smoked by a 2 year old girl.
I think she felt sorry for DaGranPappy because she jogged way, way, way back to where I was and handed me the pen.
Even though she humiliated me by making me L👀K bad, old and slow and had me questioning the meaning of life and had me huffing and puffing and sucking air like the Big Bad Wolf and almost sent me into deep depression, I STILL luv her.