Roses Remind Me of Our Grandchildren
My garden and our grandchildren are tutors prodding me to keep learning, and living, and loving even if it is late in life’s seasons, and challenging times. Several years ago, when we left Texas to head up Maryland to render aid and comfort to our expanding family, I left more than a few rose bushes about to bloom; each bush was loaded. The prospect of missing their splendor made me sad, reminding me that I may well miss the blooming of more than one kind of garden. It would be a rare gift to see our grandchildren grown and established.
When we were raising kids, I saw a big difference in we saw the world, and how little children saw the world. Now, enjoying their children, I see I now have a lot in common with the younger set – primarily we both enjoy the moment, just because it is the moment. They can’t imagine anything more, and I don’t want to.
The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent. ~ Sam Levenson, You Don’t Have to Be in “Who’s Who” to Know What’s What
Grandchildren are like Dickens’ ghosts of Christmas past, present and future. Their laughter, questions, and comments unlock treasure troves of memories. They show me how precious today is – how each moment can be a celebration no matter the circumstances. And they show me the future can altered by my being teachable.
. . . So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.
Return, O LORD! How long? Have pity on your servants!
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, and for as many years as we have seen evil. Let your work be shown to your servants, and your glorious power to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands! (Psalm 90:12-17)