Our boarding high school was associated with a retirement center for elderly missionaries. When the opportunity became available to adopt a grandparent I happily volunteered. I’ve always loved people of all ages. It sounded like fun.
Oh man. From the time I met the couple it was obvious. The man loved me. The woman did not. He would come up to me happily every time he saw me and kiss my cheek. His wife would roll her eyes. I was, quite frankly, uncomfortable with both of their treatment of me, but what could I do?
Then came the day I was invited to breakfast. In spite of the awkwardness, I was excited to get off campus and partake of some “real food” as we so often ascribed anything edible that was not made on campus.
Besides me another elderly couple had been invited to this very proper breakfast gathering. I sat up straight, tried to participate in the conversation, and most of all tried not to embarrass myself. The lady had made the most delicious pancakes. They were huge and full of fruit and nuts. Now you have to understand that at that point in my life I might have weighed a whopping 93 pounds, if I was fully clothed and soaking wet. I remember immensely enjoying about half the pancake at which point I was completely full. I knew I had to finish it though, so slowly, bite by bite, I stuffed myself. I was so proud when I came to the last bite and choked it down! I thanked the lady and told her how delicious her pancakes were.
“I’m so glad you liked them,” she said as she got up from the table. Before I knew what was happening, she had plopped another huge pancake on my plate.
“Oh no, I’m sorry I’m full!” I looked at the pancake in horror knowing I couldn’t possibly eat another bite. She mumbled something that I don’t remember. There I sat with a smile plastered on my face not daring to even look at that fat pancake again, and there I left it.
When the meal was finally over, I was smacked with a kiss from the man and a glare from the wife. And that was the end of our adopted grandparent relationship!