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Grandma's Super Powers

They were sharing stories…remembering their grandma… stories they loved to devour…when the eldest asked,?“if Grandma was a superhero…what was her super-power?” They each took a moment to close their eyes and think on it a while. then one of them spoke up, “I think her super-power was her smile.” And they each took a moment remembering her smile… how it was always brighter on their behalf… when one of them spoke up and said, “Her smile was one of her super-powers…but don’t forget about her laugh,” And they each took a moment to remember her laugh until one of the children shrugged, “Her smile and her laugh were super-powers…but what about the way she hugged?” And they each took a moment to remember her hugs how comfortable they felt…how long each hug would take… until the youngest child said with a smile, “I think her super-power was in the way she baked,” “Remember she said it’s okay to make a mess and yet she baked with such precision and care… how everything tasted so good when her baking was done… and how there was flour everywhere?” And they each took a moment to remember Grandma’s smile, her laughter, her hugs her baking…her array of super powers… and how they all left a lasting impression on them… just like her footprints in the flour.

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Date: 5/20/2023 6:35:00 AM
What a perfectly appropriate ending, Jim. I made cookies with my 3-year-old granddaughter last weekend. There was flour on the floor, and on our clothes, but the smiles on our faces were sweeter than the cookies. I hope Eloise remembers mine as a super-power.
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