A Slingshot By Any Other Name...

There are so many memories we forget because we don't record them.  I found this little gem of a memory in an old blog post.  It serves as a brilliant reminder of someone I deeply love and grieve for many days, but it also serves to help me remember a precious memory I can share for generations.

I am so thankful I recorded this memory for my boys.  In April of 2011 we took a little journey across a field....

The boys and I took a walk and ended up at my Granny's house a field over from ours.  We were out looking for an idea for a ladder for Coopers bunk bed redo or something that we could salvage and use.  No luck but we knew Granny (their great grandmother) would have ice cream and probably cones to go with it so we stopped for a visit.


After the eating of all the ice cream.  Granny told Cooper that he left his "Flip" the last time he was there and he had NO idea what she was talking about.  She told him where it was and he came back into the kitchen, held it out in front of him and said..."THIS?"  Yep, that was what she meant.  Cooper looked at it and then said, "It's called a Slingshot." 


"When I was a little girl it was called a Flip." Granny informed him.


She said that the last time he was there she was watching him try to use it and he couldn't get the rocks through the slot.  She said come on, I'll show you how.  So, my 83 year old grandmother and oldest son walked outside and started hunting rocks, looking for the right size.  She found a few, set them in the Flip, pulled back and nailed the garbage can.  I ALMOST DIED I tell you.  20 years ago I wouldn't have been a bit surprised but to see that lady pull a slingshot back and let it rip was AWESOME!


So, Cooper and I started looking for the right sized rocks while, Jake and Evan were jumping up and down screaming," let me try, let me try".  We all gave it a try until we saw my husband drive by in the truck.  We decided we'd better head home and on the walk back, I had to give Cooper a SERIOUS lecture about what not to aim at like small birds, dogs, cats, windows, cars, brothers....


My son no longer has a child's toy, Granny taught him well and now he has a weapon!  


What was even sweeter was that she made it a point to tell the kids "that's how David killed the giant."  Cooper said, "You mean Goliath?"  She said, "Yeah I think he used a different kind of sling and smooth stones."  


What a sweet moment we have shared with my Granny.  We hugged and kissed her and left her enjoying the cool afternoon sitting on a porch step. 

Fast forward to January 5, 2018.  Our sweet Granny is playing in heaven and we will too when we get there.  I read this story today with tears.  I miss her and even though that moment was so real then, now it's a memory.  I don't remember the temperature that day or even what my babies looked liked at that moment but in my mind, it was a perfect evening, like a scene out of a movie.  I can almost see my husbands old truck rolling past her house.  I almost hear my babies voices.  Time is much, much too fleeting and it's these moments we should be recording and remembering.  They may not mean much to the masses that read a blog in a corner of the internet but they mean the absolute world to me and my children.  

​Write so you won't forget.