. There is a rather silly local commercial that plays once in a while in which a woman of my age (or beyond) talks about her son's children. When another woman in the commercial refers to her as a grandmother, she reacts in horror.
If you have read my blog for any length of time, you know that I love being a grandmother. I don't deny it, I embrace it.
How could one not like watching the next generation hiding God's Word in their hearts. Josh is in AWANA Cubbies and has already memorized a few verses in the last month.
Most notably: "God loved us and sent His Son."
One evening I told him it was time to go to bed. He expressed disappointment, but I told him since it was dark outside, it was time. He ran to the window to verify and said,
"God loved us and sent His moon."
(three year olds do not understand homonyms I find)
These pre-school days fly by and there is so much teaching, training, loving and enjoying to be done. It is hard for a sleep-deprived mommy and daddy to understand this, but kids - it is true. So true.
Lainey, what will the world be like when you are my age? What will you be like?
Josh tickles my funny bone, Sadie tugs at my heart strings. Lainey - all of ten days old has kept me on my knees. She is almost at the right levels for bilirubin. I'm currently making a quilted Christmas stocking for her and each stitch represents a lot of love and prayers.
It is a marvelous responsibility to be a grandma. One I cherish and though a thousand miles separate us, these three are on my heart and in my prayers every moment.
May they all come to know and serve Christ with all their hearts, with all their souls, with all their mind and with all their strength.