For almost four years, Samantha Clowers enjoyed the distinction, attention and pampering that comes with being the youngest grandchild. Within the past three months, there have been two additions to the family (which exacerbates Grandpa's memory problems, but that's another topic for another day), and "Meetha" has gone from being the youngest to the third youngest -- in other words, the middle of the pack, along with Lizzie, Haley and Lucy.
Today is Samantha's birthday. It occurred on Easter Sunday four years ago, and it could not have been a better time for me. On that particular day, I did not really want to attend Mass (which happens sometimes with me), but I had no good reason not to go -- that is, until I got the call that my daughter, Erica, was headed to the hospital to have her baby. So I got a big break.
Although Samantha no longer is the baby of the family, she shouldn't be underestimated with respect to her attention-getting skills. After all, she had nearly four years within which to perfect the art. She is an expert at melting my heart with her shy smile, and her timing is impeccable when dispensing affection to her Grandpa.
Someday, Meetha may become the CEO of some large enterprise, because she is not the least bit reluctant to let it be known how she thinks things should be done. The acid test is going to be how she reacts to no longer being the baby. So far, by all accounts she has performed well, and I am very proud of her.
This is Samantha's last year in pre-school, and she will be entering the larger and more dangerous world of public school kindergarten next year. If she makes the adjustment there as well as she has adjusted to no longer being the baby, she will do fine.
So happy birthday, Samantha. You are a big girl, now.
Grandpa
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