THOUGHTS

May 8, 2020

From the old days, before quarantine, 

and from the old days before the grandkids have become older,

 too big for my lap, looking ahead to Mother's Day,

a repost from 2014.

"Enjoy the little things in life...

for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things."

Robert Brault

I love melting grandchildren, the ones who warm you with their touch, their look, the funny things they say and leave you all messy inside worse than a chocolate Easter bunny.  Today I took turns watching different groups of grands, like a dance with a tapping on the shoulder and a sudden change of partners.  Some are leaner-into-ers needing to touch you before going out to brace their own world; others are brief hand graspers who want you to be present beside them at the dentist; some want to know that you are listening; some are like baby birds with a mouth open expecting always to be fed at Grandma's; still others are climb-on-the-lappers and melt against your chest  not wanting to leave you-ers; while still another demands your full attention by growling like the big bad wolf you just read about in the story, wanting you to pretend to be afraid.  Afraid of a grandson?  No, just afraid not to cherish these brief blinks of time.  Then I melted on my pillow and had a three hour nap!

"For the Lord is good; His lovingkindess is everlasting 

and His faithfulness to all generations."

Psalm 100:5