You have to look directly into his eyes to get his attention. This is almost a ritual. It is like having to check in with the receptionist at the Doctor's Office. The Doctor may be in but not for you...at least not at this moment. So I have learned to greet my grandson by first looking him directly in the eye. It is not that he does not want to greet me. He is preoccupied, thinking of things I may never see. Envisioning worlds I may never explore with him. But always the response I get from those eyes is loving and filled with joy. Then I verbalize my greeting with a clear and direct "Hi Gabe" When he is able to pull his concentration away from whatever had attracted his attention, he will respond to my cue with a monotone "Hi Pop-Pop" Without further prompting, that is as far as we get in our conversation. But I can accept that with serenity because I know there is a mountain of hidden value behind his deep blue eyes. One day we will climb that mountain together.
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