Nina

That’s what they call her.  My Mom.  They call her Nina.  I don’t know why – have no idea actually.  Quint started it.  I said Grandma.  He said “Nina”.  I said “you mean, Grandma?” He said “Yep…Nina”.

So she’s Nina.  And she’s here.  After three years – she’s back.  And this time I’m two children greater in number. 

She had met Quint at 10 months old, and again at 18 months.  But now he’s almost three and he’s in love with his Nina.  In love. 

And Keira Joy?  Mom’s namesake?  It’s all about Nina.  Morning to night.  She wants to be held, loved, and overall adored by her Nina.  And she’s worked her baby magic, because she gets all that and more. 

Years ago, when my two younger siblings were still little, Mom recorded herself reading story after delightful story on cassette tapes.  The kids would listen at night as they went to sleep.  This of course, after she had already read to them before bedtime. 

By great fortune, I inherited all those precious tapes and never knew how much they would mean to my little boy – who listens to them at naptime and bedtime daily.  Nina is a celebrity in our house.  Because she reads to my boy every day.  And given the choice, he would rather listen to “Nina” on those tapes than Mommy.  I guess my character voices just aren’t up to par. 

And when she arrived this week, to sit a spell and stay for the month (a rare and wonderful treat) – Quint could hardly believe he was meeting the real Nina – in the flesh – and that she would be taking him onto her lap to read to him – in the flesh.  Sweet bliss!

And even to watch their favorite cartoons with them…



And know what else?  We've missed her so much…

Forgive my absence to the blog – we are enjoying our Nina.  In the flesh…