The most-beautiful-three-and-a-half-year-old on the planet decided to help me do a little crocheting when she and her parents were visiting. One of her favorite cartoon characters, the brilliant Richard Scarry’s Lowly Worm, was in the process of being recreated in yarn. Not a terribly difficult project for a 58-year-old grandmother who learned to crochet decades ago (from my grandmother, BTW, only I was a bit older.) Continue reading “Projects take time”
Sitting on the deck in the cool morning air of a quiet Pacific Northwest morning, I hear a light tapping on the inside window and turn to see our youngest and her 6-month old peering out to say good morning. That is to say, the 6-month old wanted to say good morning; mommy wanted a hand off and go back to bed for an hour or so.
Of course, for a first-time mother, it’s still kind of new, this hand off thing, even if it’s to her own mother who raised three children. Immediately after the pass, mommy was still admonishing me to let her know right away if Sweet One starts crying because she might need to be fed, and oh, she might have pooped and need a diaper change, and….
Honey, go to bed. Right now. I’ve got this.
So while I was enjoying that grandmother thing, it occurs to me that this is exactly what my Father is telling me. Continue reading “You mean I can relax?”
Today our sweet 2-year-old granddaughter turns THREE!! I continue to store up memories that only grandchildren can bestow. Her memory, however, is a bit different:
For example, our dear one won’t remember the day she received her wonderful cartoon bed as a gift from her parents. Her dad found it especially for Christmas, modeled after a favorite anime character, and it is as soft and comfortable and cute as can be. At two and a half, however, her brain is so busy forming a gazillion neuro-pathways that it’s a little Continue reading “Where’d THAT come from?”
Still being a bit of a novice at this grandparenting thing, I’m told that grandchildren generally chose their own monikers for their grandparents, something easy to say, at times comical and endearing little things that stick like glue: Mimi, Nana, Papoo…so I was curious what the first of this new generation was going to choose for us.
Our oldest daughter, however, took that into her own hands, and has done a fabulous job preparing her little one to know us as (are you ready for this one?) Continue reading “Here, There, Everywhere”
Bob and I were incredibly fortunate to spend this past Christmas with our oldest granddaughter and her family at their beautiful new home in Los Angeles. Let me clarify: our oldest granddaughter is 2-years-old and her family is our oldest child and her husband. Now, Bob and I have memories of when this precious bundle was born, when she started to walk, and one of my favorite life events is rocking her as she fell asleep in my lap even just this past summer.
That’s when she had just turned two, but even then the storm was beginning to brew.
And this past holiday season, it was the southern California equivalent of a nor’easter. Of course, being the parents of three children of my own, this comes as no real surprise. As much as I know her parents love and Continue reading “And I quote, “NO!””
At this writing, I just got off of a vid-chat with our youngest and her 4-day-old firstborn—what true beauty! Words cannot express, so why bother even trying?!?
Now this is for the less squeamish among us, but let’s get real. Breastfeeding is the BEST nutrition for a newborn, it’s the top-shelf stuff as it was intended to be. And it’s not simply about nutrition, but the closeness of the mother’s body provides physical warmth for an infant’s unregulated internal temperature. Then there’s the soothing of hearing her mother’s heartbeat, as well as Continue reading “On tap, (so to speak…)”
Our youngest daughter and family live in Norway. I’ve never been to Norway, never particularly had it on my list of places to visit until, of course, we found out that their first baby was going to be born.
Bob and I have found that grandchildren have a certain unequaled pull.
They have sent us beautiful photos of Scandinavian countryside—what a marvelous place on the globe with their fjords and waterfalls, and not a little snow. Naturally, none of that can hold a candle to the little bundle and her parents that will outshine it all. And as much as I love pictures and video chats, it’s never the same as being there for myself, as with our first grandchild, when we could caress that little one ourselves and gaze into her occasionally waking and alert eyes.
So I kinda “get” what the writer of this psalm is thinking when he penned this:
Go, inspect the city of Jerusalem.
Walk around and count the many towers.
Take note of the fortified walls,
and tour all the citadels,
that you may describe them
to future generations.
For that is what God is like…
I don’t think this is merely talking about taking a trip to the Holy Land, as cool as that would be with all the ancient ruins and history and such. This is an invitation to the world to come see God’s reality, and it is to be reflected in the church. Not the church building, for that is as impermanent as those now ancient ruins of Jerusalem were about to become in the day this psalm was written. Instead, we are to “take note” for ourselves the Universe of God, not just the visible one He created, but the eternal one.
And it seems that the only effective way to take note of it is to go there, personally, experiencing the relationship with God and seeing/experiencing the church as He means for it to be. (Read: not as it is frequently portrayed by His children still under construction.) Which is a challenge for all who claim to discount Christ because of His people’s imperfections. No, each individual is called to come and “tour all the citadels” for themselves. It takes time and effort and not a little reallocation of resources…
…but after the long plane ride, there is Someone even more beautiful than a grandchild waiting to gaze into your eyes.
Psalm 48:12-14 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Children are amazing. I have three of my own, all grown up, and now I have a granddaughter, definitely the most beautiful and intelligent child on the planet, right?
To a small child, everything is better than it seems. Things are easily forgiven, if not overlooked completely, and the world is pretty far away as long as they have food, shelter, and caring adult attention. Even with a lack of those things, they’re still pretty resilient. But even more remarkable than that is their trusting nature. Even if things aren’t logical, practical, or realistic, if the adult they look up to says it’s okay, then it is.
So I find my oldest daughter’s perception comically enlightening now that she is reading some of the same Continue reading “Babar rides again”
Children. Don’t we just love ‘em?
This weekend we had the incredible privilege of seeing our full brood at a wedding, and that included personal time in the halls of the reception venue alone with the World’s Most Adorable Granddaughter, (A.K.A., WMAG), so that her parents could enjoy a few minutes together on the dance floor. (A rarity, as only those with toddlers can appreciate.)
Needless to say, I had a ball!
Of course, then those little angels grow up and make decisions that are not always quite so angelic at times. They give their parents cause to worry, and cry, and pray, and cry and pray some more. You know, like we did to our folks…
Based on what I read, God Continue reading “Please (and thank you)”