Children’s children are the crown of old men, and the glory of children are their fathers. Proverbs 17:6
Glen and Rachel took their family to visit my parents, their children’s great-grandparents. The family traveled two days to Florida arriving late in the afternoon. Sierra was five and Aleya had recently turned two; Jayden was seven months old and Jackson, six months old.
After hours of car-seat time, Aleya was thrilled to jump out of the van. Her little legs could hardly keep up as she ran from place to place in the warm February sunshine of Florida.
Sierra had been dreaming of a ride on Great Grandpa’s golf cart. So Great- Grandma and Great Grandpa crawled onto the golf cart. The two girls crawled in right beside them. Aleya wasn’t too sure about Great Grandpa who was in the drivers’ seat, so she slithered as quickly as an ant under the bar that was between the seats. And plopped right up on Great Grandma’s lap. Away went the cart with four aboard.
Now at seventy-nine years old, Great Grandma’s strength wasn’t the same as it once was. She was holding firmly onto the cart with one hand and onto Aleya with the other. Suddenly Aleya, who is very fond of animals, spied a little dog yipping in the warm sun. She squealed and wriggled abruptly to get to the dog. Great Grandma tightened her grip and struggled to hold Aleya fast.
A little further down the path Aleya spied “a birdy.“ Once again she wiggled and squealed and lurched to jump from the traveling cart to catch the bird. Great Grandma snuggled her tightly again and kept bher securely in place.
As soon as the cart stopped along the way, Aleya was off and ran to the little pond in the neighbors’ yard. Promptly she sat herself down and stuck her feet in the water.
Well . . . my mother was nearly worn out from that little trek around the park.
“I don’t know how Rachel does it,” Mom said when I talked to her on the phone late in the evening. “Aleya has so much energy, plus Rachel has the two little ones to care for. I just don’t think I ever, with my nine children, had as much activity as she has.”
Then thinking back, my aged mother began to count through the ages of her own children. “Mary was four, and Ron was two when the twins were born.”
“Well,” I said, “Then you had every bit as much activity as Rachel does. Plus,” I reminded her, “you had four children above Mary yet.”
“Oh,” she said, “I guess we forget what it was like. I surely don’t remember being as busy as Rachel is.”
I smiled to myself, thinking of my mother and marveling at the blessing of life. When I think back to my own early mothering years, it’s not the hard times that I recall. In fact, like my seventy-nine-year-old mother, I can hardly remember the times when activity felt overwhelming. I’m thankful to the Father for making the memories precious.
Prayer: Thank You Father, that my grandchildren have the privilege of spending time with their great grandparents. Amen.
Ponder: If your grandparents are still living, grace them with the presence of your children.
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